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When the world seems so lost on you

sit beside me and call it true

Give me a sign I’ll never need

If we survive then I’ll try to bleed

When the road is dust and I’m going blind

I lift the river high to call you mine

I crack the ground when the lightning strikes

I tear you up just to feel alive

I lean on revolving doors, spiraling down

I don’t want to use you as my solid ground

I don’t want to break you with my barren,

to find a heaven that falls again

When these words seem so lost on you

sit beside me and call them true

Give me a sign I always need

If we survive then I’ll try to bleed