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The writing on the wall |
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changes everyday |
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moving the lights about |
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We live by stealth alone |
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by simple truths - that's our philosophy |
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oh what a perfect day |
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Stretch it out forever |
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With flowers on your grave |
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a snowdrop for your soul |
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down on your knees and pray |
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May lighting strike your bones |
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the devil makes his own pornography |
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oh what a cross to bear |
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Freaking out completely |
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You locked yourself away |
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now you're dead inside |
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You dug yourself a grave |
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now you're dead inside |
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The promises you made |
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were all dead inside |
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The calm before the storm |
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the bitter taste of mediocrity |
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turning you inside out |
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I'm waiting in the wings |
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no news of joy - just more hypocrisy |
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oh what a strange affair |
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We belong together |
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You locked yourself away |
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now you're dead inside |
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You dug yourself a grave |
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now you're dead inside |
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The promises you made |
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were all dead inside |
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You made your bed |
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now lie in it - dead inside |
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You locked yourself away |
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now you're dead inside |
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You dug yourself a grave |
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now you're dead inside |
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The promises you made |
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were all dead inside |
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You made your bed |
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now lie in it - dead inside |
