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In this city of raw emotion |
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What's this message you bring to me? |
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In my world of blind devotion |
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You were there but I could never see |
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Damien, is your heart harder? |
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What's inside your head? |
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Is the dark your father? |
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Have all your years been bled? |
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From my world, I have watched and wondered |
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Safely here behind these walls |
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And your tears, could they mean nothing? |
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If from this distance no one sees them fall |
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Damien, is your heart harder? |
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What's inside your head? |
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Is the dark your father? |
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Have all your years been bled? |
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Sometimes late at night, when I'm there in bed |
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I lie there wondering, where do you lay your head? |
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And do you say your prayers anymore? |
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And do you say your prayers? |
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Damien, is your heart harder? |
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Do you still feel pain? |
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Does the night go farther |
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When you're sleeping in the rain? |
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In the dark I have heard a calling |
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Broken wings that beg to fly |
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Is there time or is it too late? |
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Is the cut flower no longer alive? |
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Damien, is your heart harder? |
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Do you still feel pain? |
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Does the night go farther |
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When you're sleeping in the rain? |
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Damien, Damien, yeah Damien, oh Damien |
