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As the hours are turning into days |
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I pinch my skin, not sure that I'm awake or dead |
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Emotions carved in stone we are |
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Sons of the morning, daughters of the day |
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Buried and fading |
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No more charades |
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Love |
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A masquerade |
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[Chorus:] |
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Another day to spend in silence |
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Another way to do you wrong |
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So many open wounds that're never gonna heal |
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This is the time, the place, the hour |
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Set me free |
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Sanity reformation, the shape I can't resist |
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I close the door and open up the next |
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I'm crawling back to nothing |
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In hell I'm doing you right, wicked and cold |
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The break of dawn relieves demise |
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No more charades |
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Love |
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A masquerade |
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[Chorus:] |
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Another day to spend in silence |
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Another way to do you wrong |
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So many open wounds that're never gonna heal |
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This is the time, the place, the hour |
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Set me free |
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Falling illusions |
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A dream I can't forget |
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Remembrance not enough |
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I'll end it here right now |
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Let's have some Armageddon |
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The ashes of what once was |
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Brings the torment to enslave |
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[Chorus:] |
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Another day to spend in silence |
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Another way to do you wrong |
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So many open wounds that're never gonna heal |
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This is the time, the place, the hour |
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Set me free |
