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Words spawned from fire scrape across the sky |
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Where once they failed now they strike |
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Endless dreams have fallen through, lie unresolved |
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One sentence is gone, intentions were wrong |
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Unraveled the strands, the damage is done |
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Where I stand, the function fails without you there |
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Knives so set and ready-made cut the wedding cake |
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The cold sideways room, the ring that never breaks |
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Bride and groom take the empty floor |
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And they breathe in other fumes, exhumed within that law |
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Caught on film, they fill their page |
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And build their own gilded cage |
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Hounds, cast-off clowns with anxious hands |
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Compare them there, the perfect pair |
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And the parasites descend as one |
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Man and boy alike, a thousand strong |
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Stand down your defences |
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In shadows drawn from your future tense |
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Their attends the spectre on their causeway |
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For this time, I'm not foresaken yet |
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Live on through me |
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Forget you ever knew me at all |
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When I'm reckless and I don't belong |
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Say again the words that I'm founded on |
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Shout them out and high |
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They scrape against the night sky in the starlight |
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Putting the charlatans and frauds right behind me |
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Any other day |
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you'll return and stay by the firelight |
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Taking again the empty place right beside me |
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From where you are, bring you back home |
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Will you stay until the end? |
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When I'm down upon my knees, will you defend me then? |
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And wreathe my form deep in your velvet arms one last time |
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Before my heart sets you free |
