| Four walls
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| Two of us
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| My feet
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| And a window to the street
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| Paintings
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| Stare at me
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| They’re not yours
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| There’s your necklace on my arm
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| Cubicles and cotton reels
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| The hum of the machines
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| I will not be silenced
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| I will not be quiet
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| I will rage at, will rage at the dying of your light
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| I will not stop fighting
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| I am here beside you
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| I’ll rage, I will rage at the dying of your light
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| Needles
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| In our arms
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| Medicine
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| And ink to slow the harm
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| Skin thin
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| Blue dressing gown
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| Sleeping rose
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| Your blood is still in me
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| Miracles and chemicals
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| The hope of their pursuit
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| I will not be silenced
|
| I will not be quiet
|
| I’ll rage at, will rage at the dying of your light
|
| I will not stop fighting
|
| I am here beside you
|
| I’ll rage, I will rage at the dying of your light
|
| I will not be silenced
|
| I will not be quiet
|
| I’ll rage, I will rage at the dying of your light
|
| I will not stop fighting
|
| I am here beside you
|
| I’ll rage, I will rage at the dying of your light |