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dykehouse - make this lyrics

i see him on my way to work
sh-ll son the that drive me back into the
and i try yea i try
to make sense of this charade
searching for some
and you lie yea you lie
to maintain your and with empty
there’s no point in trying to make me into something that it’s not
and there’s no way that i can fake it
when my hopes begun to rise the always revert to
and the outside world i scoff
they treat you of the day
and i try yea i try
to have faith in see the
but they lie yea they lie
and they break their own order
there’s no point in trying to make it the world into a better place
and there’s no way the earth will take it she will crush for you stumbling through this empty grave
i found the focus hear the voice of put my hands up to the ground
but i can’t muster up the sound
there’s no point in trying to make it into something that’s it’s not
and there is no way that i could fake this
when my hopes begun to rise

- dykehouse lyrics

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