| Carve a small piece out
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| It’s the pearls without a doubt
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| Seeking forgiveness is what it’s about
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| But lies are easier in the mouth
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| One room filled with sadness
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| Death came shortly after madness
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| What you preach is what you’re told
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| So much beauty still your words seems old
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| Carve just one more out
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| Still broken and hypnotized
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| Your own reflection burns your eyes
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| A coalmine that spits out lies
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| Send collect, pay for torture
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| Move the lid and let out pressure
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| All the candles lit
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| The fire dies last ride
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| Consolation for those remaining
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| It all seems so restraining
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| Pick it up, keep the pain in
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| Six foot and still descending
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| Carve a small piece out
|
| It’s the pearls without a doubt
|
| Seeking forgiveness is what it’s about
|
| But lies are easier in the mouth
|
| Consolation for those remaining
|
| It all seems so restraining
|
| Pick it up, keep the pain in
|
| Six foot and still descending
|
| Keep the pain in
|
| Consolation for those remaining
|
| It all seems so restraining
|
| Pick it up, keep the pain in
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| Six foot and still descending |