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Alone at last, together in a photograph |
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Our eyes are always open |
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Devoted to perfection through silence |
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What am I supposed to do? |
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Should I sit, wait for you? |
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Listen to me screaming more |
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This story is told only to those who have no mold |
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The truth can be bought or sold, but what are we buying? |
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Nothing but silence |
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What am I supposed to do? |
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Should I sit, wait for you? |
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Listen to me screaming more |
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Tell me now just what am I supposed to do? |
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Should I sit, wait for you? |
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Listen to me screaming more |
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Fold the corners, break the silence |
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Fold the corners, just for tonight |
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Fold the corners, break the silence |
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Fold the corners, just for tonight |
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Fold the corners, break the silence |
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When weakened, when will you rise? |
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What am I supposed to do? |
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Should I sit, wait for you? |
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Listen to me screaming more |
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Tell me now just what am I supposed to do? |
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Should I sit, wait for you? |
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Listen to me screaming more |
