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This is a chair |
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And here is the table |
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We can sit down and see what we're able |
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To admit |
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I've got a pen |
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And you got the paper |
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Both got a mouth |
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But no words to leave it |
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And it's so damn quiet here |
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It's so damn quiet here |
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But I can hear it in the back |
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And between the lines |
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All the luggage that you brought |
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From far away to here |
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And it's so damn loud in here |
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It's so damn loud in here |
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Silence won't save us |
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Words will not rescue us |
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But remembrance is the secret of redemption |
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Remembrance is the secret of redemption |
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Remembrance is the secret of redemption |
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But it's so damn quiet here |
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It's so damn quiet here |
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In remembrance of the victims of the shoah |
