Hope shines a little bright
It says that you should leave
Everything you don’t believe
And somewhere in that sky
Something shows a little pride
Proud, but too blind to see
There is nothing to believe
The next day when you wake up
The first thought that comes up
Is why am I still here
The air ‘round here is filled with fear
You go on a plane
You want to break these chains
You stare at a shattered glass
What was there that you didn’t have
As the sun goes down you fall asleep
A long dive into history
Relive every single moment in your life
Until a white, cold hand takes out what’s inside
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