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And in the dark he sits alone |
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To work his final hours bleeding |
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While unconcerned upon the wall |
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The clock it ticks away the time |
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No need for words for in the dark |
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All words have long since lost their meaning |
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Still when they whisper in his ear |
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He tries to read between the lines |
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What I see in the night? |
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What I feel in your heart? |
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All your dreams all your lies |
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Can you tell them apart? |
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See the hands on the clock |
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Are you watching them turn? |
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For your candle's quite low |
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We've been watching it burn |
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Do you lie here awake |
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As the shadows look on? |
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Should they cry for your sake? |
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Should you sleep in their arms? |
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For the shadows see all |
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And they rarely forget |
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Every dream that you've had |
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Every act you regret |