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Bane It All Comes Down To This

Can we start again Go back to what it meant back then Open minds and open hearts The things that set us apart Was it more than words And do they still

away And me left without a heart and nothing to hold onto But still so much to feel While my house burned down you didn't bring water but gasoline And all

like it used to and I hate to say it but... Things they suddenly made a simple kind of sense The horror, the mad ness, the helplessness of it all That

s as empty as your pride It's not enough the things that you say It's how you live your life day by day Forget what you are I wanna know who you are It

filled with lies Won't spend one second on my knees Will not be thankful for what I have not asked for Or apologize for hating all that my eyes see This