| With my eyes you look at me
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| You will see what I see, day by day
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| You hide as I look away
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| I see you, you watch me, our eyes meet
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| Observing your every move
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| Alone here you and I, days go by
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| No persona to despise
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| No one here hears us cry anymore
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| Thought, chaotic by nature
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| Ordered when it’s crumbling away
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| The curtain is now opened to show
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| The 3rd stage of decay
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| The power it holds inside
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| Filled with passion that has died
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| Who are you to tell me
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| What my eyes should see?
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| I look at your eyes again
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| In the shade, I see the dead ringer
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| Laughing at my suffering, follow me
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| You who cry at my pain
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| The one who is taking control
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| Living through your breath, having it all
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| Feeling what you feel within
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| The creation which I’ve lead to ruin
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| Thought, chaotic by nature
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| Ordered when it’s crumbling away
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| The curtain is now opened to show
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| The 3rd stage of decay
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| The power it holds inside
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| Filled with passion that has died
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| Who are you to tell me
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| What my eyes should see?
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| Breathing out a decadent sigh
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| You and I are confined in this room
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| Not losing sight of ourselves
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| Together forever our own slaves
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| I want to see your smashed face
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| Shattered like the pieces building up life
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| Gathering pieces as one, cutting you
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| Bleeding me through your skin
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| Thought, chaotic by nature
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| Ordered when it’s crumbling away
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| The curtain is now opened to show
|
| The 3rd stage of decay
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| The power it holds inside
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| Filled with passion that has died
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| Who are you to tell me
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| What my eyes should see? |