| At night when the voices that come
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| And flame flows through the woods along the wall
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| We have nothing left to say
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| Because we use some terrible words
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| To get such subtle rewards
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| That never seem worth it too me
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| They say the older we are, we can’t change
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| And I say, that all that we are
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| Is just dark matter anyway, so just pray…
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| With me
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| You and I keep falling further away
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| It’s become our ritual
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| We stare like strangers through each other in to the wall…
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| And you say, when your knives and your nails come unfurled
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| From the caged theoretical storms that mean nothing
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| But they go straight through me
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| 'cause we use some terrible words
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| Which always sends me crippled in to flying
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| You say it’s not too late, we can change
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| And I say, hurry up, help me touch the ground tonight
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| Please…
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| Say the words
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| You and I keep falling further away
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| It’s become our ritual
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| We stare like strangers straight through each other in to the wall…
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| You and I keep falling further away
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| It’s become our ritual
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| We stare like strangers straight through each other in to the wall…
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| Do you ever think you could erase the things I’ve said?
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| The bitter words that drip from wounds, inside your head
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| I wanna see the blood rush back in to your face
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| The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you this way |