in a world of broken things
winding roads
and endless dreams
we look to find a little peace
a moment of comfort
a bit of release
we walk on the edge
to still feel alive
we cling to the night
so afraid to die
in a world of broken things
we are who we are
and sometimes that stings
in a world that's sometimes mad
we all look back
at the fun we had...
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