a fist through the wall never solved anything
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it just worried mom
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just like the bullets down the barrel of growing up
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this must be home where mothers abandon their young
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and fathers are further than the faintest star
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we are family
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we'd return to dust if it meant saving you
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if it's of any use, lay me beneath your feet
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and breathe deep these fumes
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from this machine of healing hearts
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we built it through the night
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we built it through the night
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this could be home if son could see what he's done
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and that mater is closer to a son so far from what
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we are family
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we'd return to dust if it meant saving you
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if it's of any use, lay me beneath your feet
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and breathe deep these fumes
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from this machine of healing hearts
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we built it through the night
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we built it through the night
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tyler, we'll fight this world together
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and our own strengths, they also die together
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but my prayer is that you'll trust God's wings which shelter me
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because in a world of nothing
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they are everything
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night
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we built it through the night
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we built it
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we built it through the night
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we built it through the night
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To Dust For Tyler
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As Cities Burn |