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Last Tuesday - Armchair Sanctuary lyrics
Throw my hands up I'm backing out Throw down my guns, I'm gicing up the fight to prove them right Gotta get away from myself, if I'm gonna make it out alive Standing on the sidelines spitting my 2 cents celebrating arrogance while hiding in a drowd of cynics passive passion proves my life is passing me by I'll never make it out alive This meaning is fleeting, just when we really need it A building and nothing more, these empty walls are bound to fall Throw my hands up, I've had enough I've been the first, I've seen the top of feeling down and out I gotta get away from myself, and I'll never make it out alive I'll be there if you feel like you're falling I know we're going all the way, I know we're searching for the answers And it's not enough when you're losing heart Instead of backing out just put in your part Searching for where we are going |
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