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One sound, one single sound |
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One kiss, one single kiss |
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A face outside the window pane |
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However did it come to this? |
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A man who ran, a child who cried |
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A girl who heard, a voice that lied |
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The sun that burned a fiery red |
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The vision of an empty bed |
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The use of force, he was so tough |
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She'll soon submit, she's had enough |
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The march of fate, the broken will |
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Someone is lying very still |
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He has laughed and he has cried |
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He has fought and he has died |
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He's just the same as all the rest |
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He's not the worst, he's not the best |
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And still this ceaseless murmuring |
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The babbling that I brook |
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The seas of faces, eyes upraised |
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The empty screen, the vacant look |
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A man in black on a snow white horse, |
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A pointless life has run its course, |
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The red rimmed eyes, the tears still run |
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As he fades into the setting sun |
