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We built our walls like we learnedAnd then they came crashing downwardWe saw the things that we burned And ran from ourselves like cowardsIt can't be made rightIt can't be made rightAll of the things that we earned With bruises and scratches and bloodWere tapping on our backs and we turned And fell facedown in the mudIt can't be made rightIt can't be made rightI feel so small...Maybe we have room to growWe'll never get there, unless we goMaybe we're lost in complicationsOur hearts and our bodies, racing and racingWe made our messesWe choked on our lessons never learnedMaybe we have room to growWe'll never get there, unless we goMaybe we're lost in complicationsOur hearts and our bodies, racing and racing From Letras Mania