| Deep within your eyes
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| I see what hides behind your smile
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| What happened out there
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| To make you so scared
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| As to chase these wicked miles
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| How many have come and gone
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| Another brother, another son, another passer by
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| How many ways to say
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| The lies that find their way
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| Into the image in your mind
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| It’s not all it seems
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| In some gardens green
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| Where black thorns are waiting
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| To wound tender hands
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| A dark fruit there ripens
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| Hung on a vine
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| And who dare not pick it
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| Will find love his true friend
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| Let it in, let’s begin
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| Saw you sitting there
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| In a boat on a chair
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| Down a river
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| Smooth and wide
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| On the shore I stare
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| With our people standing there
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| As our mother floats on by
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| And as the river took her in
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| A storm did begin and blew the sky away
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| I remember you walking thru the park
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| A red scarf
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| The archer pulls his bow, aims for his mark
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| This tapestry we weave
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| Black thread and bright strings on a loom of tears and time
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| And with the fire all but dead
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| A cold lays around the bed
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| As she whispers it’s all a lie, it’s all a lie |