| To say that I’m a man undone
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| Is understatement at its worst
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| I was completely incapacitated
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| By your southern charm
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| It hit me like an ancient gypsy curse
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| But this instrument you use with such precision--
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| It’s like a concrete wall
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| A thousand meters tall
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| And I’ve tried to climb its icy walls a million times
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| But I simply cannot find inside of me
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| The requisite resolve
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| Your silence is a weapon
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| It’s like a nuclear bomb
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| It’s like the Agent Orange
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| They used to use in Vietnam
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| And it’s accompanied by an apathy
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| That’s deafening to the ears
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| You know it is complete and perfect
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| And you wield it without fear
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| It isn’t complicated; |
| you just don’t care
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| You attack me by not saying anything
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| You say that you don’t bring your anger to me
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| But it poisons every fiber of your being
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| Now you started something that you cannot finish
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| And left me standing in the wreckage on my own
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| And the only thing that brings me any comfort
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| Is the knowledge is that, no matter who you’re with
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| You’ll always be alone
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| Your silence is a weapon
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| It’s like a nuclear bomb
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| It’s like the Agent Orange
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| They used to use in Vietnam
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| And it’s accompanied by an apathy
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| That’s deafening to the ears
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| You know it is complete and perfect
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| And you wield it without fear |