| penetrate the film
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| the nebulous of your skin
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| burrow deep within
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| never to escape again
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| the story book of our sin
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| guided by a light that dims
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| hold on never look back
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| we walk into our own death traps
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| lay back and whisper my name
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| you will never feel the same
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| a tidal wave of shame
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| we manage to numb the pain
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| oh, here we walk the silver strand
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| naked to all, hand in hand
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| like wolves of chance, the blindest thieves
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| see us on the silver screen-
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| hanging on the silver screen
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| by the skin of our teeth
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| like ashes we fall
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| like diamonds with all the flaws
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| we see through all the dark
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| with periscopic blood
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| lay back and whisper my name
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| you will never be the one they blame
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| a tidal wave of shame
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| we manage to numb the pain
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| oh, here we walk the silver strand
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| oblivious to all of them
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| like wolves of chance, the blindest thieves
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| see us on the silver screen
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| hanging on the silver screen
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| by the skin of our teeth |