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There is a solace
A reason divine
Beneath the breakage of the words we said
In my delusion
You'd open your eyes
But that's a reasonless want of the dead
Oh!
So tired of failing
Trying to filter these lines
I'm over the reeling
You should pray for
Patience
Starting with me
No guarantee of the high road
Face it
You're starting to bleed
Caught in the teeth of a real life threat
You are the rope
The crippling coil
Around the neck of every chance we were
And I refuse
To lie here in wait
And see the room begin to fade and blur
So tired of failing
Trying to filter these lines
I'm over the reeling
You should pray for
Patience
Starting with me
No guarantee of the high road
Face it
You're starting to bleed
Caught in the teeth of a real life threat
Patience
Starting with me
No guarantee of the high road
Face it
You're starting to bleed
Caught in the teeth of a real life
Patience
Starting with me
No guarantee of the high road
Face it
You're starting to bleed
Caught in the teeth of a real life threat
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