| I won’t say we are the innocents
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| We’re just numb to violence
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| The road we take is one of appearances
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| And it comes with our silence
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| I won’t say we are the innocents
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| When were numb to violence
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| The road we take is of one appearances
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| And it comes with our silence
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| Are you in the eye of a whirling storm?
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| The world is on fire
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| But you can’t feel the heat of the wars
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| There’s a nightmare inside of me
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| But there’s a numbness that comes
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| And it starts to become kind of ordinary
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| No heart starts off like a stone
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| But we have built a dam where the water once flowed
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| Freezing our souls so cold in the snow
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| Entwined in the undergrowth
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| We never have the time or the energy
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| Some say it was a lie, a conspiracy
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| But we are gonna hide from our own reality
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| The tears that we cry are our sanity
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| Spent lives, in a search for protection
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| But what we found was a prison of oppression
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| We put a lock on our hearts
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| We locked up our souls
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| We lost the meaning of living in the world
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| I won’t say we are the innocents
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| We’re just numb to violence
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| The road we take is one of appearances
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| And it comes with our silence
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| I won’t say we are the innocents
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| When were numb to violence
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| The road we take is of one appearances
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| And it comes with our silence
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| Sometimes in a great pain
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| The heart becomes hard and tight like a mountain
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| We feel the levy of our soul near breaking
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| Our body boarded-up like winter vacation
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| But the trouble of the path of avoiding the pain
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| Is a life where all the colours have been lost and it all looks grey
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| We forget it was ever was another way
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| We thought we were free but we’re empty
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| And when a knife in our heart is the price that we pay
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| For keeping eyes open to the day
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| You can understand why we look away
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| Don’t wanna be drowned by the falling rain
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| But now we have a choice to make
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| Are we gonna see the day
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| When we can bleed willingly and joyfully
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| Become a fragment of humanity, cos you know?
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| Desolation is lonely
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| I won’t say we are the innocents
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| We’re just numb to violence
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| The road we take is one of appearances
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| And it comes with our silence
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| I won’t say we are the innocents
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| When were numb to violence
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| The road we take is of one appearances
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| And it comes with our silence |