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a reminder of why these guys are

Four A.M., two hours to go
I’m wearing out a lonely road
I miss you more than I could know
Here I am, here I am
Won’t you get me?

I’ve got my hands at redemption’s side
Whose scars are bigger than these doubts of mine
I’ll fit all of these monstrosities inside
And I’ll come alive, come alive

With my fist down at your feet
I was running out of mysteries
Insecure and incomplete
Here I am, here I am,
Won’t you get me?

My fears have worn me out
My fears have worn me out, yea
My fears have worn me out
My fears have worn me, worn me

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