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On paper, the distance doesnât seem that bad
The line between what our hearts believe and what we do with our hands
And weâre passing out again
A fever is breaking all over this day,
As we sweat out all our workweeks and remind ourselves we wanted it this way
The breakneck speed at which weâre running isnât making friends with anyone
And weâre left to justify these broken walls
Donât ever forget the cost that we create
A fever is breaking all over this day,
As we sweat out all our workweeks and remind ourselves we wanted it this way
Running faster, this race goes on forever
While weâre passing out on rooftops âcause we canât handle the pressure
Never rest, and weâre left to justify these broken walls