| Quite early that morning
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| Was awake long before that beep sound (beep)
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| Outside my window there was a fire or could it just be the sunrise I
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| Never had known
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| I met them that morning, I had nothing to hide
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| But the death of my Brother and the past of my life
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| Was ready to fail, I was ready to die
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| But all that I got was a tear in my eye, tell me
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| How would you consume me my father
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| Would I reach in despair, see the hate in her face
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| Then be ripped into pieces and fed to her man
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| Was paralysed, scared of my inner world
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| Rebuilding my hope, then seeking a way to get through
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| I stumbled back home, so sure, but I did not understand
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| Had a picture of her and her father, she was holding his hand
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| In my kitchen the butcher, in the bedroom a child
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| I wasn’t aware that the judgement was mine
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| She lay a hand on my forehead and told me to sleep
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| She just might have seen a child within me
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| Kind of
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| Paralysed, scared of my inner worlds
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| Rebuilding my hope, then seeking a way to get through
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| Why do I wish to forget all these things
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| That still, long after lives on in my dreams
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| I was
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| Paralysed scared of my inner worlds
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| Rebuilding my hope, then seeking a way to get through
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| To you… |