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A scream, a shout far in the distance |
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Maybe the first or second floor |
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And curtains colouring the windows |
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Never see behind closed doors |
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A silent siege behind politeness |
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Domestic harmony for show |
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Lost in the mirage of a marriage |
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Outside a world she'll never know |
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And as I see through the real you |
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I'm falling straight into a thousand broken mirrors |
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I can't hide |
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And outside, the bright lights can't hide the pain inside |
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And I've broken a thousand mirrors |
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Now it's time |
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Now it's time |
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Now it's time |
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Now it's time |
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Loving her children with a passion |
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Protecting them at any cost |
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Taking the only course of action |
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There's no more bridges left to cross |
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Who are the ones who are the guilty? |
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Who are the ones who wear the scars? |
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We must not leave our sisters bleeding |
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We sing this song for Tsoora Shah |
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And as I see through the real you |
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I'm falling straight into a thousand broken mirrors |
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I can't hide |
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And outside, the bright lights won't hide the pain inside |
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And I've broken a thousand mirrors |
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Now it's time |
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Now it's time |
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Now it's time |
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Now it's time |
