| It’s frightening
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| How you can see the changes happening
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| When they move so fast
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| And lightning
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| Except the odds are growing
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| These lonely times will strike me twice
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| The screams of 1,000 voices
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| Are whispers inside my head
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| The echoes of self defense
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| So how many times will it take
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| To cover up the past mistakes
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| And hide behind a crying you face of shame
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| And how many nights will I hide
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| And blink under the blackened skies
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| I’ve cursed out so many times
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| Its biting
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| When the cold wind blows through weathered eyes
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| And blistered skin
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| It’s quiet now
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| It’s like the calm before the raging violence of the storm begins
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| And when this comes crashing down
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| I’ll fall harder than before
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| I’ll start this all over now
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| So how many times will it take
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| To cover up the past mistakes
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| And hide behind a crying face of shame
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| And how many nights will I hide
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| And blink under the blackened skies
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| I’ve cursed out so many times before
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| I’ll beg for the ending or just for forgiveness
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| I’ll wait in the shadows of a battle I’m close to losing
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| So how many times will it take
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| To cover up this smiling face of silence
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| This face of shame
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| And how many nights will I hide
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| And blink under the blackened skies
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| I’ve cursed out so many times before |