| I watched the houses burn, a bloodstained kind of brightness
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| The last breath of grace and elegance is done
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| The dead are lugged away, but they won’t find their silence
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| The verges fade, another time has begun
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| A better time will come they say to reassure themselves
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| Another day will bring the light — but they are ignorant
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| In the cradle of their carelessness
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| Burning flesh, burning skin
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| Another raindrop burns their loathsome eyes
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| The diaries are blank, they went too far
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| They can’t return to their desolated homes
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| No life anymore in the rooms of the girl who lived next door
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| Desolated home
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| Desolated home
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| I watched the houses burn, the trees were full of ashes
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| Just like snowflakes darken the sky
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| No better time will come they know
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| The truth becomes certainty
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| They won’t see the sun, they won’t feel the light — no more
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| The loss of insincerity
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| The loss of humand souls
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| The diaries are blank, they went too far
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| They can’t return to their desolated homes
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| Desolated home
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| No life anymore in the rooms of the girl who lived next door
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| Desolated home
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| Desolated home
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| The diaries are blank, they went too far
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| They can’t return to their desolated homes
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| Desolated home
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| No life anymore in the rooms of the girl who lived next door
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| Desolated home
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| Desolated home |