| Lillian
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| Thought I’d find salvation
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| as I went to sleep
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| Woke up from my slumber
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| not prepared to view this scene
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| Patrick
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| Walking on the wasteland of what you used to be
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| Odessa
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| There are roads one should not walk
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| Odessa and Choir
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| On the horizon
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| Where worlds collide
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| Brighter than a diamond
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| Truth is defined
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| Lillian
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| Bewildered, here I stand in disbelief
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| Crossed the point of no return, to say the least
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| Neglected, restrained, defeated in fray, and deceived
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| Derogated and butchered for a final feast
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| On the horizon
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| Where worlds collide
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| Brighter than a diamond
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| Truth is defined
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| Deception in broad daylight
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| yet truth won’t set you free
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| My ship’s just slowly sinking
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| in the ocean deep
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| From Grey to great excession
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| (which) vanished in thin air
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| Worn out expectations
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| I crawl back into despair
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| All
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| House of treasures, house of pain
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| What you knew won’t remain the same
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| All smoke and mirrors, please succumb
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| The step you took can’t be undone
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| House of treasures, house of pain
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| What you knew won’t remain the same
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| Smoke and mirrors, now — succumb
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| On the horizon
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| Where worlds collide
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| Brighter than a diamond
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| Truth is defined |