| 1, 2, 3, 4 years have passed since we have met
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| A meeting in another world
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| A breach that fills the in-between
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| And saves the minds from getting fucked
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| My friend, you will stay far away
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| My friend, we’ll kiss another day
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| But when we do we kiss the cloth
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| A body speaks like razor blades
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| I could link all the birthmarks on your back
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| Scar the lines around your eyes
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| Our eyes have never met
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| We are walls — face to face
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| Walls — We’ll meet another day
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| Walls of flesh and blood
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| We are walls — set in our ways
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| We bite our necks like wolves
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| We frame our words with howls
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| Our love is the love of the beast
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| We can’t see us
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| No, we can’t see us
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| And here’s no truth
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| No, here’s no truth … just talking dogs
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| Bound for life by not much more than name and blood
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| A table set for ten of us
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| A trench that fills the in-between
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| And shows us how we’re just a flock
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| Your sister could have been a whore
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| We close our eyes forevermore
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| But when we do —
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| We are walls — face to face
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| Walls — We’ll meet another day
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| Walls of flesh and blood
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| We are walls — set in our ways |