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Place these fingers over the holes in your flesh
But you'll never find the pieces that you lack
Searching nameless city streets and abandoned hearts
For your salvation
Nothing will save you here
Borrowed time, forgotten miles, faceless tragedy
This lost city's demise
We'll be the ones to break this mold
You've spent way too long to get this wrong
Your perception and your walls between everything
Catch your breath, you'll make amends
You'll be free at last
This point of despair
Revealing force with no acceptance of the present situation
This place of desire
Deserted, with no one but yourself to blame
We'll be the ones to break this mold
You've spent way too long to get this wrong
Your perception and your walls between everything
Catch your breath, you'll make amends
You'll be free at last
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