| For a man of many faces, you look familiar
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| Prophetic voices in my head are telling me to
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| Run like hell
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| Where have you been? |
| I still see you
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| In the face of our children (the face of our children)
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| I heard you made it through the static
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| We hold these blessings by a string
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| But these prayers are meaningless
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| Because we both know, we both know where we’re going
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| Stand behind your pride, counting the days til the summer
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| When we are born again
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| Put on your tattered clothes, and proceed to walk
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| That lonely road, of pale white tired lines
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| And I still can’t carry the weight of the world
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| Take it off my back, take it off my back
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| The world it ends with you
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| The world well it ends, the world well it ends with you
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| We are mirror images of false pretenses
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| Surrounded by malice and dissolution
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| Well, Mother lay concrete is proof
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| The marks I’ve made and the struggles I’ll lose
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| What’s yours tattooed? |
| C’est la vie, your body shattered
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| Well give me a reason to live
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| Cause there’s nothing left to live for
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| We might as well put on our wooden coats and wait
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| For the chariot to take us away to a better place
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| Where we can be at peace, I’ll be at peace
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| An exodus is not an option
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| Everyone has a price on their heads
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| The moment for holding on has passed
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| There is no rewind, no second chances
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| And I still can’t carry the weight of the world
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| Take it off my back, take it off my back
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| The world it ends with you
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| The world well it ends, the world well it ends with you |