| I think I just forgot
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| To pick up the shells
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| From a recent discharge
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| And you took the blame
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| Explanations falter
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| To ears fallen deaf
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| Wherever I go I get lost
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| A reference to something
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| That both of us knew
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| A nothing that favors the few
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| In the darkness electric we see
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| Of the silence that’s spoken tonight
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| I think I have lost my language
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| Whatever I’ve said I deny
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| I think I have lost my way
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| Whatever was missing is gone
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| I let my focus shift
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| Your face is a map I fail to discover
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| Drowned in the sound, so lost in the order
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| It’s an understated word, the un-breaking knowledge
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| Interlocked and holding, a stalemate to break
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| I take hold of the flame that unites
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| In the silence that speaks to me now
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| I think I have lost my language
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| Whatever I’ve said I deny
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| I think I have lost my way
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| Whatever was missing is gone
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| I let my focus shift
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| I struggle to find the words that negate my meaning
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| I fail to comprehend what message is given
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| I decline the sleight of hand that leads to rejection
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| An attempt to find closure with no sense of pride
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| Drown the fury and swallow the fire
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| Drown the fury
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| Swallow the fire
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| I think I have lost my language
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| Whatever I’ve said I deny
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| I think I have lost my way
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| Whatever was missing is gone
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| I let my focus shift |