| Here’s our song called We Fear Silence
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| Those who think they’re pushing boundaries are often those who think inside the
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| box
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| When it comes to guts and glory, you’ll find their efforts never measure up
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| It’s a fact of life but there’s no reason to despair. |
| The end is near.
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| It’s not what you are but who you know
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| Because what you reap is what you sow
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| And we’re all judged by what we’re worth
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| If the truth be told, then the truth hurts
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| Yes, the truth hurts, but it’s good for the soul
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| Without it we’re left with blind fear
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| And hope against hope that something will change
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| Tomorrow, next week or maybe some other day
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| It’s not what you are but who you know
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| Because what you reap is what you sow
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| Whilst we’re all judged by what we’re worth
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| If the truth be told, then the truth hurts
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| In a world of constant noises
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| It’s no wonder we fear silence
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| In a world that leaves the lights on
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| We can never sleep, we can never sleep
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| It’s time to throw all caution to the wind
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| Until the purge on faith begins
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| Breathe in for the last time, Take one small step over that line
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| And forget everything that you once knew
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| This is the end of you
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| Reborn into a world that’s not your own. |
| Reform all that has gone before
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| Wild!
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| Alright now the party’s over
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| It’s about time that we got up out of here
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| Forget everything that you once knew
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| This is the end of you
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| Reborn into a world that’s not your own. |
| Reform or be gone
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| It’s not what you are but who you know
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| Because what you reap is what you sow
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| Whilst we’re all judged by what we’re worth
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| If the truth be told, then the truth hurts
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| It’s good for the soul
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| Without it we’re left with our blind fear
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| And hope against hope that something will change
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| Tomorrow, next week or maybe some other day
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| We can never sleep |