| Born to break or to last, is it all in the past?
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| Is that a scar or a birthmark?
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| Retracing this cold heart,
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| and now I’m all out of thread.
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| And I don’t want to die here.
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| Keep chasing echoes of my mind,
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| Babe it’s a fine line,
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| And I’m so far over it,
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| And I know it.
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| Beneath it all it’s still broken,
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| Cut me out, cut it open,
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| I can’t do it anymore.
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| I can’t do it.
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| I don’t pay any mind
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| To the dew upon the vine
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| Does that mean that it’s not there,
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| If I can see it at all?
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| Though the morning light will burn away
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| All the fog the night creates,
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| There’ll still be a trace of our love left behind —
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| In the dew upon the vine.
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| Where to go or to hide,
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| You’re only worth your old lies.
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| Confiding in your own mine,
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| Caught in the cold lie,
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| I thought you were better man.
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| I thought you were better, man.
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| A slip step on the tight rope,
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| Freaked out by a false hope
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| That things could be alright.
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| No they’re not alright.
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| I don’t pay any mind
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| To the dew upon the vine
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| Does that mean that it’s not there,
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| If I can see it at all?
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| Though the morning light will burn away
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| All the fog the night creates,
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| There’ll still be a trace of our love left behind —
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| In the dew upon the vine.
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| I’ll contain my heart,
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| It’s like lightning trying to put out a spark.
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| I’ll contain my heart,
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| You’re like lightning trying to put out a spark.
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| I never payed any mind
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| To the dew upon the vine
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| Does that mean that it’s not there,
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| If I can see it at all?
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| Though the morning light will burn away
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| All the fog the night creates,
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| There’ll still be a trace of our love left behind —
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| And the driving rain will wash away
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| All the frightened fires I could not tame
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| There’ll still be a trace of our love left behind —
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| In the dew upon the vine. |