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Oh, some things are better left unsaid
You'll find a nice place to hide them
But days like this there is just too much going on

So I'm picking up the pieces of my past, but I can't find no peace at all
So in other words
I am so ready to be found

So I'll try and I might stand up and fight
To leave this place someday

All I need is that moment
To make me believe that you're alive
And then I'll be alright

Paradise grown cold
One hand on my door
Way too high hopes

I can't tell right from wrong
Show me how it's done
Lord I need to be saved
And then I'll be alright