| I swear this isn’t the end but I still feel so alone
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| Even when I’m surrounded by my best friends
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| Words can’t penetrate a tree in the wind
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| I bend
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| Falling faster into the depths
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| I’m falling, I’m falling
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| Under such depression; | 
| I can barely even catch my breath
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| Words can’t mend, and love does not sink in
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| Why can’t I see your face?
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| Clawing at my chest, looking for some sort of reprieve
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| I swear this isn’t the end
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| But when will I feel comfortable in my own skin?
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| Clawing at my chest, looking for some sort of reprieve
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| I swear this isn’t the end
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| Knowing fundamental truth doesn’t seem to matter, after such tremendous abuse
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| 'Cause I’ve worked this ground since my youth
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| And still, the land has yet to bare any sort of fruit
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| I’ll continue to toil and plough
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| Hoping one day I’ll make you proud
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| What have I got to show?
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| As I wipe the sweat from my brow
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| So tired, so tired of showing love so deep, that most aren’t even willing to
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| feel
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| See what I’m seeing, open your eyes and recognize that this is real
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| This season brings darkness so profound
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| I’ve become lost and can’t seem to be found
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| Contorted, racked with pain
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| I know I should feel free
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| Yet I continue to sing this sad refrain
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| I can’t sleep, and food has lost it’s taste
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| God, I’m so sick of this place
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| (I hear my name and I’m a long way away)
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| And I’m touched by the hands of a brother
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| And like a rush, passing through my exterior
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| (I hear my name and I’m a long way away)
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| I hear my name, a hush
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| A son, loved by a father
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| (I hear my name and I’m a long way away)
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| I’ve been made alive, again
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| I’m alive, again |