| And so when I returned I came to find
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| The words I had once inscribed had now faded
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| Barely readable now, were the numbers
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| Sixteen, Three, Zero, Eight
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| Then with the key in hand, I carved a new line
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| The setting sun hits home the truth and all these images
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| Burnt into my mind, won’t let me sleep tonight
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| So I wait for the sunrise, one more time
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| All these images…
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| Two bodies and a yellow cross strewn inside a black circle
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| The pale skin on a garden cavas
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| Staring into the sun, I thought we’d stay the same
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| Then I turned, and walked
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| Keyed the ignition
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| And as I drove my numb mind recalled…
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| All the wrong reasons, in all the right places
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| And how this could have gone either way
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| I can’t say I was never wrong, but this is down to both of us
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| And this silence has gone on for too long
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| So look at me, into my eyes and tell me I am heartless
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| You know I am not that person
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| And I know that we can change all of this
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| So I’ll wait until sunrise, one more time
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| I’ll wait, I’ll wait for you… |