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Running from every wicked little town
Is gonna run you down
To blame is to wear your heart on your sleeve
What a wicked way our hearts deceive
Trying not to be the lost take
Of your every day existence

The further that we dig, the shallower we become
The harder that we judge, the harder it is to budge
The splinters in the whites of our own eyes

Help me to find a place where love is not some half illusion
Dreams do not come to those who choose to see nightmares

Sometimes you get so used to screaming
Without making a sound
Believing the illusions of grandeur
As friendly as they may seem
What a pretty world, what a pretty world of make believe
The wicked way our hearts deceive
Our hearts deceive

The further that we dig, the shallower we become
The harder that we judge, the harder it is to budge
The splinters in the whites of our own eyes

Pride's insistence, failure's persistence

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