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The streets are silent |
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A spokesman of the devil waves a hand written letter |
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Another twist of fate |
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Shadow by the lamp post |
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A trench coat in the corner of the eye |
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Confessions far too late |
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When the shoulder you cried on collapsed under weight |
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Did you walk away indifferent? |
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Hearts and spades know the diamond |
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Cannot be replaced |
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By the clovers insignificance |
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My song is silent |
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The letter shed a new light upon the answers never questioned |
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Your absences of late |
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I left the room as the fires rages |
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Erasing words in the fireplace |
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The streets provide more shelter |
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When a sacrifice is made |
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When the shoulder you cried on collapsed under weight |
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Did you walk away indifferent? |
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Hearts and spades know the diamond |
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Cannot be replaced |
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By the clovers insignificance |