| Feel these arms
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| Steel arms, now we are blind
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| Hide my eyes
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| My eyes so out of place here
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| Now we are hard-cutting
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| Trapped in beneath
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| Cold-loving mirrors stand alone
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| They lead you alone
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| They lead you alone
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| Old hearts break down
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| Footsteps tied till believeing
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| Can we hold sand?
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| Slow hands break up the family
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| We all fall down
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| One chance to fail, sleepwalking
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| Take off your face
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| You’ll learn to trust my dry hands
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| This cage is still
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| And he cracks, now we are safer
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| True dreams stay west
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| I say to kids «are you protected?»
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| Now we are answers
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| Silence pressed pure
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| We wait at the crest of our will
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| And we stand alone
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| We lead you alone
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| We lead you alone
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| (Still) we will feel movement
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| (Still) and we will fill stations
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| (Still) we will fear time
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| (Still) this time we are bleeding
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| (Still) tears of love like strangers
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| (Still) bite through, break the ice
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| (Still) soon words will be forgotten
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| (Still) though, cruel scenes linger on
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| We hide from sound-paintings on distant walls
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| We hide from cold still-lives on empty floors
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| We hide our bent husbands behind slamming doors
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| Don’t run to the window
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| Because burning glass warps
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| We stand still
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| And we stand like whores
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| We are alone
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| And we stand still
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| And we stand like whores
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| We are alone
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| We stand still
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| Yes, we stand like whores
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| We are alone
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| We stand still |