And it's always little things
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That to the surface brings
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The comfort in the pain
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The fear behind the smile
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We lose along the way
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The things we leave behind
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Along the precipice
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Of things we should not climb
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And I'm the first in line
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There's an anchor around my heart
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Dragging me down
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Beneath the waves in silence I fall
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There's a halo above my head
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Spinning me 'round
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'Cause I don't know if I'm alive or dead
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A dagger in my hand
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Bleeding me dry
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And it's always little things
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That to the surface brings
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The space you need to breathe
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Before the curtain call
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The light that leads the way
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Before you hit the wall
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The mountain that you climb
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Just to take a fall
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For blind among the blind
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There's an anchor around my heart
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Dragging me down
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Beneath the waves in silence I fall
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There's a halo above my head
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Spinning me 'round
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'Cause I don't know if I'm alive or dead
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There's a dagger in my hand
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Bleeding me dry
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And all we have to lose is time
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And what lose we leave behind
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Stay around and we will shine
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Halo
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Oleander |