Understand that you're holding a bomb in your hands
Take control, hand in hand with yourself from now on
Take this advice aim to the skies, aim to the skies above

Show me what you're made of, I'm waiting for the answer
Tell me what you're afraid of, show me what you're made of

I call out in my sleep, I can't reach you and it's killing me
I call out in my sleep

The sun is gone, days go on like a storm in the sea
And the shore is the loneliest place you can be
Stay dry instead, a moment ahead
Aim to the skies above

Show me what you're made of, I'm waiting for the answer
Tell me what you're afraid of, show me what you're made of

I call out in my sleep, I can't reach you and it's killing me
I call out in my sleep

You say that you are not the same kid
The one who used to be the weeper
You say it's something deeper
You say..

I call out...

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