| Your name
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| The union of mere letters
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| That shouldn’t really matter to me now
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| Your face
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| Once altered my perspective
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| Now distant and deceptive, yet somehow
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| A memory my heart will not allow
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| Your voice
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| Though even died down to a whisper
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| Still could be sending shivers down my spine
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| Your touch
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| Once cut through my defences
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| Then robbed me of my senses and my mind
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| Now take a look at the mess you left behind
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| My dreams were neatly banned
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| To where they’ve lost all meaning
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| Where days have no beginning
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| And nights don’t seem to end
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| To shelter from the rain
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| Still I’m drowning in compliance
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| By some conspiracy of silence
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| In this shattered house of pain
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| From here
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| Life seems a foolish display
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| Of world in shades of grey
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| My dreams have all been banned
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| To where they’ve lost all meaning
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| Where days have no beginning
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| And nights don’t seem to end
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| To shelter from the rain
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| Still I’m drowning in compliance
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| By some conspiracy of silence
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| In this shattered house of pain
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| And from here
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| Life seems an armour of steel
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| With nothing left to feel
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| And still
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| Your image is so vivid and clear
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| Anywhere but here |