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There's a story hiding beneath all the tension here. |
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And the truth sliding 'neath the words may reveal our fear. |
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Can we stop the time from ticking, |
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so that the truth can get a lick in? |
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Am I cold? Are you right? Will this end in tears? |
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There's a language speaking to me, every time you move. |
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It won't say, after the storm, will I win, will I lose? |
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Do I want to get this over, |
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or let it last and keep you near? |
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Am I cold? Are you right? Will this end in tears? |
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All the bottles are already empty, |
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the cigarettes burned to their core. |
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Can't find a tear, my eyes have dried. |
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Just tell me where will you lay your head tonight? There's |
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an answer under your lips, if only they'd speak. But I can't |
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ask the question until our honest eyes meet. If we're |
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through, please give me back |
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all my tender years. |
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Am I cold? Are you right? Will this end in tears? |
