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When in your life did you surrender |
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Late in the night do you remember |
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What were the dreams that you betrayed then |
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Would you go back if you could save them now |
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Did you believe there was something more |
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Waiting behind some forgotten door |
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Or was that all long before |
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You felt the pressure grow inside your brain |
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Where every nerve is on fire |
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You start to wonder if you're going insane |
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It's not a fate you desired |
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Time is running down |
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Moments of reason that we hope to find |
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Are we a thought somewhere in god's mind |
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A work of art that he has never signed |
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No |
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Children and mirrors have no memory |
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They reflect us for that is all they see |
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They are the us that is still yet to be |
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And so we carry on |
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The clock is ticking and your growing afraid |
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That the end will be violent |
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You walk the edges all around your own grave |
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And the gods they are silent |
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Or can not be found |
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Searching your mind for correspondence from |
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Joseph and mary and their only son |
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Is their silence something you have done |
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No |
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And in the end what have you defied |
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To end up so nearly crucified |
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Just let me know when you decide |
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That all hope is gone |
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Come and see him dying |
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For it's really quite a show |
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Walking on a wire |
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Though he never seems to know |
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Even when he's falling |
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You can see a little smile |
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Figures that he's flying |
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Only for a little while |
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The ground is rushing towards him |
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But he never sees it there |
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Lives his life in pieces |
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Always taking every dare |
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What will be the ending |
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Well i'm sure that I don't know |
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The ground is getting closer |
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Come and see the show |
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See the show |
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See the show |
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See the show |
