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Every story has two sides |
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The one we take is no different |
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And somewhere in the middle |
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Lies a truth unfolding lucent |
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So to whom do we turn? |
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There are whispers never written |
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There are actions never seen |
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There are questions never answered |
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In the darkness of the scene |
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Fear leads us here |
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We find our lives caught in a shell |
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Now time is lost |
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Somewhere between trust and ourselves |
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There is silence never broken |
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There are moments in between |
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This is something out of nothing |
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The trust only found in dreams |
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Fear leads us here |
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We find our lives caught in a shell |
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Now time is lost |
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Somewhere between trust and ourselves |
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Now we can feed into the disguise |
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Run our hands softly down their thighs |
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What began with softly touching lips |
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Is the final movement between their hips |
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Lies must be broken to end the spell |
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Break mine and all is well |
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This curse you have placed upon us all |
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Tears deep into the flaw |
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This picture we keep inside our heads |
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Worthy to be misled |
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Deceit and deception perfected |
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In this world of hatred |
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Fear leads us here |
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We find our lives caught in a shell |
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Now time is lost |
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Somewhere between trust and ourselves |