| I’m speaking with my silent friends
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| They are only shadows of which they once were
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| Looking answers for my life
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| Is this end of my might?
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| Tell me darling, are you truly happy now?
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| You made machine from our love
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| 'Cause I, I’m only your doll!
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| And I, I’m only your stripper
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| Play with me and throw away
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| And pick up next in line
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| Again I’m talking with my silent friends
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| They stay quiet as always before
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| I’m talking but hearing nothing
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| My own dialogue with broken mirror
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| How could our synthetic paradise be like this?
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| How could we end like this?
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| How could we play our cards like this?
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| How could I fall to hell like this? |