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As you walk on by that broken home were your friends skipped town out on their own Eyes set out for the coast The fire burned out lost inside, a cycle of habits that tend to collide Only to exist in fear The places we hold near What holds the sun up in the sky? The black June lust that keeps us alive Talking only to breathe Set sail on a river through paradise a large brick house foreign car inside Sunday big screen TV I thrust my chest up to the Gods on my knees I'll share my thoughts Will they hear me? When I have nothing left to be What holds the sun up in the sky? The black June lust that keeps us alive Talking only to breathe Cherish your dreams hand in hand, make believe what you understand And color it true Cause it's always tomorrow in another life striving towards torment And sacrifice Planning only to exist (Thanks to Jon Miller for these lyrics) From Letras Mania