| The sudden realization that not all is what it seems
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| Rises somehow exponentially
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| It turns from a cry into a wail
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| Then a scream and then a howl
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| An endless broken dull soliloquy
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| Pain can force the hand and turn the mind
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| The pictures taint the judgement every time
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| Then i turn around and see a wreck strewn on the road
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| The pictures and the pain you’ll never know
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| The pictures and the pain that i was good enough
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| To keep from scarring you
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| Some things are meant for you and you alone
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| And so I add more fuel to the fire
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| And try to find an answer in the pyre
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| At first the flames a comfort but the smoke gets in the eyes
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| There’s only so much left that one can burn
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| And now i find I’m dancing 'round the ashes of the bridges that i’ve burned
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| I take nothing from the lessons that i’ve learned
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| And so the wheel relentlessly goes round
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| Just cuts the rut a little deeper down
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| This youthful smile has turned into a frown
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| The eyes forever down
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| The spark forever drowned
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| I’ll sing as I go
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| I’ve learned well that it’s best not to know
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| And i use up the last of what’s left
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| In a vain effort just to forget
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| This arm contracts as it’s pulled
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| It’s disturbing the calm of the pool
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| I am lost in this mournful refrain
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| While re-analyzing this stain
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| This tainted wreck of lies again
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| And if what you said is true
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| I’m condemned to repeat 'till i’m through
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| Least until i can learn to forgive
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| Or learn simply not to relive
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| And this dream i could weep
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| So profoundly i finally could sleep
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| Undisturbed by the demons and shades
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| And this endless cycle of betrayal
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| Oh how we fell
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| And how is one supposed to mourn if one is not entirely sure what has died
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| And if it’s dead and if it’s dead and if it’s dead and if it’s dead why can’t i
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| cry
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| And all the things you told me that you read upon my palm they were lies
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| Say that they were lies |