| Silence and suffering speaks the most
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| The deep heavy feeling, hot and cold
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| Stop with the worst as you wait for the shallow
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| And chase after castles like there’s no tomorrow
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| Sometimes dust flies up Hold your breath, make a street round surround her
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| And timing is a planet, face the round with honest answers
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| Choking on a silent device
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| Hold your breath, make a street round surround her
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| And timing is a planet, face the round with honest answers
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| Choking on a silent device
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| Return from the clockwork just to make you see
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| The deep orange brickwork that it’ll be Stop with the worst as you wait for the shallow
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| And chase after castles like there’s no tomorrow
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| And sometimes dust flies up Hold your breath, make a street round surround her
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| And timing is a planet, face the round with honest answers
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| Choking on a silent device
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| Hold your breath, make a street round surround her
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| And timing is a planet, face the round with honest answers
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| Choking on a silent device
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| (Return from the clockwork just to make you see…) |