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The Working Title

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[Verse 1]

We all went home

To search ourselves

There's no one left

To feed us now

We all want more

Then what we have

Just pick me up

And let me down

[Chorus]

State your reason for cushioning your fall

I call it treason please share with me your thoughts

[Verse 2]

I've learned to find my place to hide

My circus of rust and lies

We take it down these holy ties

Just run away and follow blind

[Bridge]

Do you enter lives

Without knocking or warning

Do you count the lives

And pace the night til' morning