| A scream a shout far in the distance
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| Maybe the first or second floor
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| Curtains colouring the windows
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| Never see behind closed doors
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| A silent siege behind politeness
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| Domestic harmony for show
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| Lost in the mirage of a marriage
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| Outside a world she’ll never know
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| And as I see through the real you
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| I’m falling straight into
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| A thousand broken mirrors I can’t hide
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| And outside the bright lights
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| Can’t hide the pain inside
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| And I’ve broken a thousand mirrors
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| Now it’s time
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| Now it’s time
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| Now it’s time
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| Loving her children with a passion
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| Protecting them at any cost
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| Taking the only course of action
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| There’s no more bridges left to cross
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| Who are the ones that are the guilty?
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| Who are the ones that bear the scar?
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| We must not leave our sisters bleeding
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| We sing this song for Tsoora Shah!
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| And as I see through the real you
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| I’m falling straight into
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| A thousand broken mirrors I can’t hide
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| And outside the bright lights
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| Can’t hide the pain inside
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| And I’ve broken a thousand mirrors
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| Now it’s time
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| Now it’s time
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| Now it’s time |