| How many times, how many lies
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| Does it take to demonstrate?
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| To change the apathy that’s ingrained
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| The screams. |
| The cries. |
| Behind the lies
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| The victim and the villainy, taking all your dignity
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| Quiet distress covers scars and bruises
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| Quiet distress leaves us lost and desperate
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| Night after night, search for the light.
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| Relive the fear and misery
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| Disguise the pain. |
| The blood will wash away,
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| but the wounds still sing of your agony
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| Quiet distress covers scars and bruises
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| Quiet distress we can’t afford indifference
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| Hearing screams and cries, over and over again
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| Wash the blood away, over and over again
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| The victim, over and over again.
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| Becomes the victor in the end
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| Quiet distress won’t cover scars and bruises
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| Quiet distress leaves us lost and desperate
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| We can’t afford indifference |