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What is this- |
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What is this that made us wonder who we are? |
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Couldn't face what we had done, and so we covered up the scars. |
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And now we hope, but our hope is buried underneath at night. |
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Can't escape, and the silence holds us captive with this lie. |
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And it all comes back to this- |
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It was an ordinary moment; |
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Tore the sky and cut us open. |
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And now I cannot forgive or forget what we have done- |
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The silence has become the end of us. |
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We believed that keeping quiet was the only way to find- |
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Innocence to get us back to who we were before that night, yeah. |
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And it all comes back to this- |
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It was an ordinary moment; |
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Tore the sky and cut us open. |
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And now I cannot forgive or forget what we have done- |
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The silence has become the end of us. |
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Now pray for the day when the truth will make us pay for this- |
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Do you believe that the silence can erase the memory? |
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And it all comes back to this- |
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It was an ordinary moment; |
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Tore the sky and cut us open. |
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And now I cannot forgive or forget what we have done- |
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The silence has become the end of us- |
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The silence has become the end of us. |
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Yeah, yeah. |
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Yeah, yeah. |
