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The tragic comedy divine |
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Paints the way to peace of mind |
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Leaving shadow lovers all behind |
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Past uncertainties combine |
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Bringing tears to sleepless eyes |
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Memory runs the course of time |
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Blood runs cold beyond |
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The violet prison |
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For violet visions |
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And so the broken record plays |
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As you throw us away |
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*We're never enough |
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We're drowning in cliches |
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So desperate to love |
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We're twisting every word they say |
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So we sleep through the days* |
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Within the heat of passions war |
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Lust is spilled upon the floor |
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Staining red the wasted metaphor |
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The selfish need for something more |
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Claws in vain at closing doors |
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Scarring faces once adored |
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Tracing circles in the violet prison |
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For violet visions |
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And so the broken record plays |
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As you throw us away |
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(Repeat*) |
