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i want to mute the scene |
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stop the clocks, turn them off |
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and feel your silence |
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shut their mouths, block my ears |
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and i wanna hear |
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of some way or down and out |
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and all else is separation |
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my watches when you heave |
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for the last |
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in a conscious moment |
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i could live in uncertain regret |
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here in the past |
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my choose blanks memories and more |
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you clearly made me think that i had something to live for |
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buried in the dirt |
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so I will dig and pull the fleet |
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for once I believe |
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and may you pray for me |
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our worlds ran parallel |
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an indefinite promise to meet |
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divided |
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and a colored frustration |
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as i enter the vault you breach |
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unsubsided |
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hit firm |