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It's easy to leave
 It's hard to stay behind and rest
 With all the stupid things I believe
 and watch my life drift like dust
 I hope I make it to a warm heart
 I hope that's where I belong
 I hope I don't end up out of breath
 Wherever the washed up are hung
 I'm afraid of my own shadow because it's what I've become
 Why do I waste my time with people who'll never love anyone?
 My only sin, my only sin: I started hating my own skin
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 I hope I make it home
 I got lost and the road dragged on and on
 I couldn't remember what I was chasing
 No, or what I had become
 I always thought my life looked much better at a distance
 Now I'm just another set of eyes lost in the blur
 and the only thing left in this world that bothers to hate me
 is my pride
 No one sees me, they don't need to to know I slipped away with the tide
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 I hope I make it home
 I got lost, I started hating my own skin