| We want change
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| But we lack the courage
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| Just go on with our daily routines
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| The only thing we still have in common
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| It is our history
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| We’re just running in circles
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| Banging our heads against the same wall
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| All the voices turn into silence, but no
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| I can’t stop screaming
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| Sometimes it’s better just to let go
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| Than to hold on
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| You have the choice to walk away
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| Silence is killing us
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| Can’t grow a thing with dead seeds
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| Standing at the crossroads
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| Watching our lives pass us by once again
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| We’re lost in death’s garden
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| And keep on watering dead seeds
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| The ground is still fertile
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| But silence, the silence kills it
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| You’ll learn to respect freedom
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| Only when your hands are tied
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| And time makes the knots even tighter
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| It is harder to break free
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| Sometimes it’s better just to let go
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| Than to hold on
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| You have the choice to walk away
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| Silence is killing us
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| Can’t grow a thing with dead seeds
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| Standing at the crossroads
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| Watching our lives pass us by once again
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| Why do we talk just for conversation?
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| How can we bond without connection?
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| What’s dead and gone
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| Can’t bring it to life now
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| You won’t know you lost something
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| Until it’s gone
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| Silence poisons our blood
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| Silence poisons our hearts once again |