Maybe they're blind,
maybe they can't see.
Was the reason they're leaving laid unto me?
Nowhere to go,
nowhere to find.
As you're leaving the days point hoping to lie.
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We are a song out of tune,
played on the keys made by lines that we drew.
Walking those streets that will bear our names.
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I know you're tired,
I know you're weak.
As the passion is passing, oh does it leave.
Everyone's saying,
"there's somewhere to find"
Was it only the hope you left out of line?
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I know there's

Somewhere out there to find
a truth we could be.
And you hold to the lies
you wanted, see?
And you waited too.
Was it always so hard?
And hoping, waiting,
running to...
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