| I don’t know if I know you all
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| But our blood and our battles still bind us
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| Why have you come and why have you brought our uninvited fears?
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| And I know faith can’t help but fall
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| For our phantoms grow taller behind us
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| Can’t even see the white skin of walls
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| They’re far too many here
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| When will they leave me in peace?
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| When will they leave me in peace?
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| Nightly hours bemoan
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| While demons roam inside my home
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| Nightly hours bemoan
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| While demons roam inside
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| It’s every time when I lay to rest
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| Within these waves with a call for surrender
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| The quiet sun claims no aching steps
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| They’re all still here
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| Nightly hours bemoan
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| Will tomorrow come with no one else but me?
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| In this house of drums, they’re all I hear and see
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| Don’t let them ring the bell of age for me
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| Don’t let them ring the bell with hearts debris
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| When the pale appears
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| Their cries are enough to echo nightly skies
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| Erase sunrise and cloud the clear
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| When the pale appears
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| Their cries are enough to echo nightly skies
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| Erase sunrise and cloud the clear
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| Nightly hours bemoan
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| While demons roam inside my home
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| Nightly hours bemoan
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| Will tomorrow come with no one else but me?
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| In this house of drums, they’re all I hear and see
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| Don’t let them ring the bell of age for me
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| Don’t let them ring the bell with hearts debris
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| Will tomorrow come with no one else but me?
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| In this house of drums, they’re all I hear and see
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| Don’t let them ring the bell of age for me
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| Don’t let them ring the bell with hearts debris
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| Don’t let them ring the bell of age for me
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| Don’t let them ring the bell with hearts debris |