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Can you hear the silence we fill this room with? These are the noises you will |
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never make, the melody for a deaf audience. |
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And I feel so naive to have believed in you and your so-called innocence. I |
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was wrong. These are the thoughts you'll fight forever. |
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Can you hear the silence and your comforting passivity? These are the words |
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you'll never hear, the message you will never get. Wasting what is left. |
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Spitting my blood to the face of humanity. Wasting what is left. I said it |
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before and I'll say it again. |
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And I feel so naive to have believed in you and your so-called innocence. I |
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was wrong. Trying so hard to reach you; all in vain. Useless. |
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Wasting my time on your polluted mind. These are the noises you'll never make. |
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The melody for a deaf audience. Comforting yourself in a passivity. |
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The revolt you will never endorse. In the end, I said if before and I'll say |
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it again: we're better off dead. |
