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Got the feeling I've been bitten
By the frozen razor's edge
And I swear to God I never felt so cold
And they say you'll be forgiven
If you're willing to forget
But I don't believe a thing
That I've been told

And I hate my brain
Cause it's making every joy and pain
Feel much realer than
The things I felt before
And I hate my heart
Cause it's always getting torn apart
I'm preoccupied with way
To make it whole

So help me make it whole
Whoa. Whoa
I gotta make it home
Whoa. Whoa.
Cause there was only three days left
Two complete
One more night with no more sleep
And I gotta find a way to make it home

I've been living in the winter
And the seasons never change
Tryna find myself beneath
The falling snow
I've been branded as a sinner
For behaving like a saint
And it hurts me more
Than you may ever know

And I hate my mind
Cause it's always working overtime
Even though I try my best
To take it slow
And I hate my heart
Cause it's always getting torn apart
I'm preoccupied with way
To make it whole

So help me make it whole
Whoa. Whoa
I gotta make it home
Whoa. Whoa.
Cause there was only three days left
Two complete
One more night with no more sleep
And I gotta find a way to make it home

So help me make it whole
Make it whole
Make it whole
I gotta make it home
Make it home
Make it home
Cause there was only three days left
Two complete
One more night with no more sleep
And I gotta find a way to make it home

I gotta make it home
I gotta make it home
I gotta make it home
I gotta make it home

Written by:
BRENT CARPENTIER, NICHOLAS ANTONIO GONCALVES

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