Though I keep myself
from judging before
But im constantly
May our voices been heard
And the silence been torn
But were dying inside
Unconsciously
Running home
And i know we'll all be
Saviours on the run
We back down for our reason
Don't sort it out with (guns)
The needless goodbyes
The torment of loss
Strikes tragically
Our sweet little lies
will cover the shore
where we shed our tears
where we started
And i know we'll all be
Saviours on the run
We back down for our reason
Don't sort it out with (guns)
And i know we'll all need
Our hands to heal
And our eyes to see
We don't care for a last thing
Or another blessing
That we need to bring

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