| Torn between the light and the dark.
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| The heathen smiles, the tell tale heart.
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| He hides away, it is his home.
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| His saving grace, he lives alone.
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| The silence cuts so deep within
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| For all is lost he can never win
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| Secrets come and secrets go, that only his heart ever knows
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| And outside is the real world, the weird and the wonderful
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| He is afraid to be alone, he is alone
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| He wants to touch the feeling of her loneliness, to watch her cry is to watch
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| him die. |
| The heart it was the main thing to see and believe
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| It will do you no harm to call and try for love, for love, for love.
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| He placed a piece of velvet upon the shame, the ultimate cover up the hidden lie
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| To die with ones mouth full of ashes, ooh, it will do you no harm to call and
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| try for love, for love, for love.
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| Tattle tell, tattle tell, tell tale heart. |