| Your decadent voice whispers quility, we’ve fallen backwards, fallen away from
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| this life
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| Don’t run. |
| lower your voice, find your cause
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| Love doesn’t grow, by itself you know — blinded guards asleep, so blow my mind
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| and cheat my reaction
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| Fix yourself by the palm trees —
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| Afflicted and absorbed, floating into, into the sea
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| Calculated accidents, or an interpretation of life, we shouldn’t look back,
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| on what we wanted to be
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| The pouring rain, recalls that awful denial — Sorrow follows those,
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| who are competitive — we only wear each other, as a symbol, in the back of our
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| mind. |
| will we dine alone. |
| we never speak our minds
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| The pouring rain, recalls that night, We never felt compassion, never will —
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| this whole city may see us fight. |
| In indifference light
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| Never felt denial as I did that night, that night — we stopped drinking,
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| why would we stop sharing. |
| Slowly the voice of silence took over.
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| Playful memories drown in vain
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| It will vanish, it will drown, open wounds, sanctions forced us out
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| We never felt compassion — but we felt alive |