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Let me introduce a recluse with his neck in a noose that went loose a he slipped out |
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He didn't have a clue what to do with his new lease of life it was a lease he never took out |
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Ya see He'd never really had a grip on life |
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Never had a family, no kids, no wife |
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No real friends, no social life |
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His life was a concise silent night |
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At the factory, in fact he kept himself to himself |
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His existence was distanced from everyone else |
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He didn't interact with the pack, never had done |
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He didn't feel the need to impede on their sanctum |
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And they didn't impede on his |
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If they ever needed anything they'd leave a list |
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After a while in that place he didn't seem to exist |
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And that didn't seem strange, it just is what it is |
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Sometimes he'd find a whole week had passed |
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Since he last took a gasp and words were cast |
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On his days off he'd wonder if he'd gone deaf |
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As he drifted in silence, no noise no mess |
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He used to have the radio playing in his hall |
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But that stopped when the broadcast stopped being so broad |
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He didn't like |
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TV so he got rid of it |
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He liked to read books and sit for the hell of it |
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So that was his life, didn't seem that bad |
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But he still chose to take his own life i his hands |
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Still chose to kick that chair from his feet |
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Ctrl Alt Delete, |
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Restart Repeat |
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Ctrl Alt Delete, |
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Restart Repeat |
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Ctrl Alt Delete, |
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Restart Repeat |
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Ctrl Alt Delete, |
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Restart Repeat |
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Ctrl Alt Delete, |
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Restart Repeat [Hook:] |
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Silence can be golden but gold can sometimes suffocate |
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Like that girl in that |
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James Bond film, too late to respirate |
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Tragedy can be plain to see with lights and sirens |
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But sometimes it ain't quite so clear, |
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Domestic Silence |
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Unspoken, so much goes unspoken |
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Till you're choking on a fragile glass heart smashed open |
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With this near miss his eyes would either open |
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Or sink deeper down into a silence never broken |
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Forsaken isolation and silence all around you |
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It'll drag you to the deeper water and it |
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WILL drown you |
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He returned to work the very next day |
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Lucks intervention got no mention, nothing new to say |
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But then out of nowhere everything changed |
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When a voice said "Hi there, how are you today?" |
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Six simple words, seven simple syllables |
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It doesn't always take grand gestures or miracles |
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When in hell a hiding place can seem grace and free from pain |
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But umbrellas keep out sunshine as well as rain |
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He discarded all the fears that his silence had been masking |
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And said "yeah I'm good. Thanks for asking" [Hook:] |
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Silence can be golden but gold can sometimes suffocate |
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Like that girl in that |
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James Bond film, too late to respirate |
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Tragedy can be plain to see with lights and sirens |
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But sometimes it ain't quite so clear, |
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Domestic Silence |
