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Hope’s in the corner lying in wait
don’t make a sound or she’ll awake
curled up alone in a ball of strings
tied to your heart, I hate these things
bricks on your chest, its hard to breathe
when leaving out these things you need
i try to shout and tell the world
but nothing comes out, it may be me
(break)
so what if I pretend to understand what you said
it never changed a thing, this crash was beckoning
I broke the code of lies, but now it’s leaving me
how soon will we forget the lessons change will bring.
Hope’s in the corner lying in wait
don’t make a sound or she’ll awake
curled up alone in a ball of strings
tied to your heart, I hate these things
bricks on your chest, its hard to breathe
when leaving out these things you need
i try to shout and tell the world
but nothing comes out, it may be me

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