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Living on the edges of our pages

Try to turn them but we get stuck

We thought we'd always be ageless

Now we're only left with paper cuts

Thinking we could stay this high forever

And write a novel of love

Shakespearean disaster

Short story in blood

So can you love yourself

Until you learn to trust

Hold your demons close

And let them turn to dust

So can you love yourself

Until you learn to trust

Let the voices in your head

Turn down

Turn down

Standing so long in the shadows

Feel the shock of the cold wind

You can lead or you can follow

Sails open to the world's end

No more running from the fever

Rising in the burning sun

Gonna put you back together

Heal the deepest cut