| I tear a page from the book of faces
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| Throw your letters in an open fire
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| I couldn’t say that I still despise you
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| But I’m finding it hard to not to
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| After all that was said not done it’s time this thing was over
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| Did I want you to change your mind I don’t honestly think so
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| Picking me up like a lovesick puppet
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| You were dancing me over a burning flame
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| You kept pulling the strings the few strands remaining
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| You just wouldn’t let me go
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| We were running out of words, running out of lines, running out of things to say
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| We were running out of heart, running out of love, running out of reasons to
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| stay
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| There was something so deeply flawed
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| In the beginning we tried to deny it
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| Like a crack in a china doll
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| A masquerade in silence
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| Where we try to recognise just who exactly we’re trying to hide
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| We played our roles in this grand design
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| Fooled ourselves in our own disguises
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| We were running out of pills, running out of smoke, running out of fine white
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| wines
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| We were running out of road, running out of fuel, running out of places to hide
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| It’s a feast of consequences
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| Facing up to a feast of consequences
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| Bearing down on a feast of consequences
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| It looks like we’re dining alone
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| (GTR)
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| Table for one for a word drunk poet
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| Losing my mind in a dancing flame
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| It kept pulling the strings the few strands remaining
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| It just wouldn’t let me go
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| We were running out of World, running out of hope, running out of resources
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| We were running out of time, running out of space, running out of tomorrows
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| If we only knew then what we know now would we have changed our minds,
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| it was all about time we faced the feast of consequences
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| Can’t walk away from this feast of consequences
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| Can’t ignore this feast of consequences |