| You said I shouldn’t have gone
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| I don’t know, I went ahead on anyway
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| Nighttime wore to dawn
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| I found my free will had gone away from me
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| Behind the masks that pass for faces
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| Hours are lost in forbidden places
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| Nowhere for me to run
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| Not that I feel like running anywhere anyway
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| Some things are clear at night
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| Then become confusing in the light of day
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| Within the darkness, behind the faces
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| Pioneers of forbidden places
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| Something I wouldn’t have thought
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| Crept up from behind me, now it’s here to stay
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| Too real, although it’s not
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| Couldn’t have possibly been avoided anyway
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| The crazy landscapes behind the faces
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| Holding back the forbidden places
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| Abolished music, lost for ages
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| The living words of forbidden pages
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| Though dust has gathered on honest feeling
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| Forbidden truths through twilight stealing
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| And in the eyes of the listless faces
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| Glisten hints of forbidden places |