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We used to care |
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But things have changed |
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Where joy should reign |
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Painted lines on your face |
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To grasp your gaze restrained |
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So tranquil the outside rain |
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Stillborn, my child |
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Underneath the skull of night |
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The cold has a voice |
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The one that made me so old |
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And sweet determination |
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That versatile thing |
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It's not consolation |
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You are here to learn |
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We were born in this town |
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Where we cherished quiet rain |
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Stories everywhere |
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Lives were sculpted here |
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In this town where few know love |
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Our communality once so strong |
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Things here have changed |
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It airs no need to hold |
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I would like to meet the villain somewhere |
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He who tore apart |
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Burn his eyes with fire |
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And then step back, fall into peace |
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And watch the silver rain |
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The tranquil silver rain |
