| Abandoned in exile
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| A veil to conceal
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| What on earth could be worse than
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| Not to know what you feel
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| A piece of me still holding on
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| To what is lost
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| And gone
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| You know every liar will burn in my fire
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| And still I keep asking me why do you lie to me?
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| You know every liar will burn in my fire
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| And still I keep asking me what do you want from me?
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| So desperate with grace
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| A disguise to protect
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| Still no words to describe
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| What it is that I feel
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| A piece of me still holding to what is lost
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| And gone
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| Your soul consolation
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| Is the time that goes by
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| And the only companions:
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| The grimaces of life
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| Did it hurt now to end here
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| Or is the pain more distinct
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| Was it worth to give in now
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| Or is that the true sin? |