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"Maybe we, why don't we

Sit right here for half an hour

We'll speak of what a waste I am

And how we missed your beat again.

 

I swear we need to find some comfort in this run down place

To bridge the gap of this conscious state that we live in

And I'm short on time

 

How come you try

that brings us home

to fit the shape of

and I pray for

What they tell you

You to move on, move on

but mostly what they show you

At this rate we can't keep up

I'm taking back all the things I've said

I'm taking back all the things I've said

But I sure can't just sit still

Keep me filled in and i swear I'll come

 

 

We walk alone

We walk alone

We walk alone

We walk alone

We walk alone

We walk alone

Back home

Alone, Back home

 

You're almost gone and I'm okay

I still see your shadow

To give you time to be afraid

But never your face again

I remember your presence

 

I hope to God you come down

I hope to God you feel this now

I hope to God you come down

I hope to...God

 

I know there must be some way out of here

And all of them will be waiting there." Writing on the Walls - Underoath

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