Each time the reasons seem to fly
It's an empty tomb, and empty tomb
And every attempt is a still birth
Poorly crafted in the womb
We're so arrogant
Who dares to cheat the fate?
You've got every reason to
You've got every reason to
We always do
There's a chasm the size of my heart
Laying between you and I
I sometimes question it all
We're leaving ourselves
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