| Red on the carpet floor
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| Is all forgiven or forever stored
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| In each lie we tell
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| And in each silence that we choose not to fill
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| Truth is a part of me died
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| When you said «I don’t really want to be alive»
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| Time stood still
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| And it hasn’t really moved since
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| As the torrents bend the tired pines
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| I cave in to what I can’t make right
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| My shield, my shroud
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| Does it clear or does it cloud?
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| My shield, my shroud
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| Does it clear or does it cloud?
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| My breaker, my keeper
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| My breaker, my keeper
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| Your sorrow, your martyrdom
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| Lord knows I harbour some of the same darkness in my mind
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| Now the spaces seem to grow between the light
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| Frightened, fearful words, all that you swear
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| You believe, you didn’t deserve all you decry
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| Well it’s all been burned so deep inside my mind
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| As the torrents bend the tired pines
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| I cave in to what I can’t make right
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| My shield, my shroud
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| Does it clear or does it cloud?
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| My thread, my way out
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| My only hope and all my doubt
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| My breaker, my keeper
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| I was a shoe horn, I was a crowbar
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| I was your Ohio Blue Tip
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| I was your old man, I was a best friend
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| I was there and that is all
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| I was a shoe horn, I was a crowbar
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| I was your Ohio Blue Tip
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| I was your old man, I was a best friend
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| That was then and that is all
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| My breaker, my keeper
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| My breaker, my keeper
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| My breaker, my keeper
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| My breaker, my keeper |