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Tell me, is this what you wanted? |
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How was I supposed to know exactly how you were? |
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And how am I to act when I don't even know my worth? |
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The minutes turn to hours and the hours turn to days |
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So, tell me, is this what you wanted? |
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Hanging there suspended as someone pulled your strings |
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That night that I awoke I never even knew your name |
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The weeks turned into months and the months turned into years |
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So, tell me, is this what you wanted from me? |
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Or am I something else? |
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Is this what you wanted from me? |
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Or am I something else? |
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Who pulls your strings? |
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We are the sand worn down from stone |
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And although we're scattered |
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Our voices sing your death song |
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We are the weight of the world's sorrow |
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And you will witness the strength of our souls |
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And our voices speak of death |
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Still hanging there suspended as someone pulls your strings |
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That night that I awoke I never even knew your name |
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The weeks turn into months and the months turned into years |
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Is this what you wanted from me? |
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Is this what you wanted from me? |
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We swear that you will soon meet your end |
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We are the sand worn down from stone |
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And although we're scattered |
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Our voices sing your death song |
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We are the weight of the world's sorrow |
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And you will witness the strength of our souls |
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And our voices speak of death |
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So tell me is this what you wanted? |
