When you're running out
And you hear them coming like an army loud
No time for packing
When you're running out
You fall to the ground
But you're holding on
And you hear them coming like an army loud
No time for packing
When you're running out
You fall to the ground
But you're holding on
Is this called home?
Light turns to dust
This could be home
Time's running out for us
Now my head is sore
When no one's around
To help me feel you
Am I monster?
Did I deserve all of those words?
'Cause I still believe
Is this called home?
Light turns to dust
This could be home
Time's running out for us
Let me hold your hand
Let me hold your hand
Let me hold your hand
Let me hold your hand
Let me hold your hand
Let me hold your hand
Let me hold your hand
Let me hold your hand
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