| Thirty heartbeats from the rain
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| You’re a poet with a stranger’s name
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| Cause you woke up with a shattered heart
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| And the pieces are hard to find
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| In this wasted town
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| Where they’ve broken you down
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| And poisoned you with words
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| Under painted lies
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| That you’ve memorized
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| It’s a story that no ones heard
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| What’s wrong with this world we live in?
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| Where the good and bad collide
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| When did you stop believing, in a better life?
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| How many dreams unanswered
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| Before we get this right?
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| What if it’s all forgiven
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| When you reach the other side
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| A traveler on these streets of gold
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| You never meant to sell your soul
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| But you find yourself rearranged
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| Like a prophet going blind
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| Tired of saving yourself
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| When there’s no one to help
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| And you’re fighting with both hands tied
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| And you’re ready to go
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| In your heart cause you know
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| No one cares if you live or die
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| What’s wrong with this world we live in?
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| Where the good and bad collide
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| When did you stop believing, in a better life?
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| How many dreams unanswered
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| Before we get this right?
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| What if it’s all forgiven
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| When you reach the other side
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| You can swallow your pride but the river is wide
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| It returns you to where you have been
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| Back to sand on the shore back to heaven and war
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| You’re searching for where to begin
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| What’s wrong with this world we live in?
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| Why am I here inside?
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| When did you stop believing?
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| What’s wrong with this world we live in?
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| Where the good and bad collide
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| When did you stop believing, in a better life?
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| How many dreams unanswered
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| Before we get this right?
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| What if it’s all forgiven
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| When you reach the other side |