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in the morning
what if all that we feared was the truth
looked us cold in the eyes, then we were sure, then we knew
it’s just nobody told us before, so it can’t be our fault
when they knew we were sinking slow, and no one bothered to call
all those words pass right, right over our heads
as we leave for the night we quietly count all the times that we bled
in the morning we’ll wake, and we’ll wait just to see
how long this one will last and how long til’ we’re free
how do we get some other measure of worth
and as lost as we are, we’ve learned to be content in our hurt
is there anything out there for us, well i swore i’d seen it too
but is that enough, just to pray that it’s true
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