| We hide behind the gates.
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| It’s daylight when they come.
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| Afraid to test what we’ve done.
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| Tamed by the fire, they hang on a wire.
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| Tonight, they’ll have you bandaged round the eyes.
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| Tonight, they watch from the sides.
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| They sing familiar cries.
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| From the sides they watch with closed minds
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| And breathe on every line with impeccable time.
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| They watch from the sides.
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| They know we can see right through fingers broken and bruised.
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| They speak with frail sighs.
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| And their throats are dry and ravished of greatness.
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| They open their arms with jaws of life.
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| They’re bandaged, bandaged round the eyes
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| And all I can hear are the cries.
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| It haunts me at times.
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| While animatronic puppets sing stupid lullabies.
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| Afraid to test what we’ve done when they come.
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| Shunned by the light.
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| In awe, they know we can see right through
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| Fingers broken and bruised
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| And books deprived and ravished of pages.
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| They’re all filled with lies.
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| I feel neglected. |
| Bandaged round the eyes.
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| You do things to me. |
| You do this to me.
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| You pull the strings. |
| It haunts me at times. |