There used to be a time

When you're the only one

That you could see

You built a wall to keep you free

You saw it all so perfectly

You divided everything

You had into a thousand parts or names

It made it easier to place the blame

But it never really was the same

But you forgot the reason why

You had to be alone to breathe

Something from your history

Or have you lost your memory?

But now it seems your baggage

Is the only thing than you can bring

You had a lie for everything

And now your world is [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 
(Ah ooh)

So now you find you're on your own

You find you're on your own

(Ah ooh)

Trying to find your way back home

Trying to find your way back

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You used to talk to God

But you gave up 'cause you couldn't see

Couldn't get from to 
But were you ever really listening

Enough's enough you know

But then you never really had enough

Something more to fill you up

Maybe just a smaller cup
 [bad word] 
You used to think that

You would never be alone

But you're losing control

You find it hard to see at all

To find your way back
 [bad word] 
There used to be a time

When you divided

Everything you had

You had a lie for everything

Or were you ever really listening?

You used to talk to God

But you gave up

But then you really never had enough

Or have you lost your memory?

Memory

But now you find you're on your own

To find your way back home