| This
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| Is The end
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| Of your life
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| We all live
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| In hostels that mirror our fear
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| Each face a portal to nothing
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| Or everything depending on resting on circumstance
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| The chances of knowing
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| Just what standard of silence
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| You can expect to receive
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| No discontentment will be voiced or rendered
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| When we all
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| Bleed in the night
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| Bleed in the night
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| Bleed in the night by ourselves
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| Spring is such a painfully deceptive time
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| Everyone’s got some problems to hide
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| In the lives they lead
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| Spring is a christmas time away
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| It seems we’ve all got hands to beg
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| We are spinning lies
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| April is dripping
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| A spawn soaked in mucous
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| As May accelerates here
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| Yes April is dripping
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| And standards are slipping
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| In the land of the devoted
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| This is a standard of silence
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| That you can expect to receive
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| True discontentment will blur with our leisure
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| When we all
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| Bleed in the night
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| Bleed in the night
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| Bleed in the night through ourselves
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| As God turns away
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| As God turns away
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| We are becoming devoted children
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| We are set in our ways
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| Yes as God turns away
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| As God turns away
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| We are becoming devoted children
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| And I am becoming like all good children
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| Yes we are becoming devoted children
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| We are set in our ways
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| As God turns away
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| Then this is a standard of silence
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| That you can expect to receive
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| All discontentment reduced and surrendered
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| Sub-parity
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| They are bleeding the night
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| Bleeding the night
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| Bleeding the night for themselves |