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Shutter - where have you gone when the storm has come? |
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Run away as always, your pride asleep won't hurt |
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I've seen a thousand faces, all void as yours |
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I've seen a thousand lives, all gone as yours |
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Now - the curtain falls |
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Upon the deeds of yours |
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And leaves the bitter taste of absence |
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Shutter - where have you gone when your turn has come? |
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An empty seat remains, the stench of coward fills the air |
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Another teenage angst, another waste of life |
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The prototype of failure, a human piece of junk |
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Now - the curtain falls |
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Upon the deeds of yours |
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And leaves the bitter taste of nothingness |
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Shutter - close your eyelids to the world |
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So you cannot see what you became |
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A prisoner of life |
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A prisoner of your own life. |
