Lyrics Prey For Me - The Color Morale
                                                When 
                                                you 
                                                are 
                                                changing 
                                                the 
                                                life 
                                                you 
                                                know,
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                can 
                                                be 
                                                oh 
                                                so 
                                                hard 
                                                to 
                                                face.
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                what's 
                                                worse 
                                                is 
                                                regret 
                                                that 
                                                one 
                                                day 
                                                you'll 
                                                wake 
                                                up.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pretending 
                                                to 
                                                love 
                                                someone 
                                                before 
                                                you 
                                                love 
                                                yourself.
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                will 
                                                our 
                                                hearts 
                                                be 
                                                free?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Because 
                                                our 
                                                ribs 
                                                are 
                                                cages.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                do 
                                                    I 
                                                belong,
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                everything 
                                                I've 
                                                loved 
                                                has 
                                                come 
                                                and 
                                                gone?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                do 
                                                    I 
                                                belong 
                                                when 
                                                even 
                                                my 
                                                own 
                                                shadow 
                                                leaves 
                                                me 
                                                when 
                                                darkness 
                                                comes? 
                                                There's 
                                                got 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                    a 
                                                crack 
                                                in 
                                                everything.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Otherwise, 
                                                    a 
                                                light 
                                                could 
                                                never 
                                                find 
                                                it's 
                                                way 
                                                in.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Years 
                                                of 
                                                love 
                                                are 
                                                lost 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                hatred 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                moment.
 
                                    
                                
                                                You'll 
                                                never 
                                                know 
                                                what 
                                                it's 
                                                worth 
                                                until 
                                                it's 
                                                    a 
                                                memory,
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                you 
                                                should 
                                                own 
                                                it.
 
                                    
                                
                                                One 
                                                person's 
                                                insecurity
 
                                    
                                
                                                Can 
                                                become 
                                                    a 
                                                reality
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                someone 
                                                else
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                we 
                                                use 
                                                each 
                                                other 
                                                to 
                                                find 
                                                love 
                                                in 
                                                ourselves.
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                will 
                                                our 
                                                hearts 
                                                be 
                                                free?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Because 
                                                our 
                                                ribs 
                                                are 
                                                cages.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                do 
                                                    I 
                                                belong,
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                everything 
                                                I've 
                                                loved 
                                                has 
                                                come 
                                                and 
                                                gone?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                do 
                                                    I 
                                                belong 
                                                when
 
                                    
                                
                                                Even 
                                                my 
                                                own 
                                                shadow 
                                                leaves 
                                                me 
                                                when 
                                                darkness 
                                                comes?
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                will 
                                                our 
                                                hearts 
                                                be 
                                                free?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Because 
                                                our 
                                                ribs 
                                                are 
                                                cages.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                do 
                                                    I 
                                                belong,
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                everything 
                                                I've 
                                                loved 
                                                has 
                                                come 
                                                and 
                                                gone?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                do 
                                                    I 
                                                belong 
                                                when
 
                                    
                                
                                                Even 
                                                my 
                                                own 
                                                shadow 
                                                leaves 
                                                me 
                                                when 
                                                darkness 
                                                comes?
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                darkness 
                                                comes,
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                darkness 
                                                comes,
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                do 
                                                    I 
                                                need?
 
                                    
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