| You have lives joined, on the terms, of stone.
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| A separation of minds, now together in time.
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| Facing your choices of long ago.
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| They hunt you down like prey of their own.
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| I want to know if love is real.
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| If love is real I’m coming home.
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| Can you hear me now? |
| Can you hear me?
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| How can you hear me now?
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| When the distance is deafening.
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| This home is on the edge of collapse. |
| Will the sound repeat?
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| Mother, Father, your son is a martyr.
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| My Mother, My Father, I believed you had so much.
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| Pulled apart behind slamming doors.
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| I watch you leave, and become no more.
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| Never thought I’d see the day.
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| You turned your back and walked away.
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| Facing your choices of long ago.
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| They hunt you down like prey of their own.
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| I want to know if love is real.
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| If love is real I’m coming home.
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| Can you hear me now? |
| Can you hear me?
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| How can you hear me now?
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| When the distance is deafening.
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| This home is on the edge of collapse. |
| Will the sound repeat?
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| Mother, Father, your son is a martyr.
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| My Mother, My Father, I believed you had so much.
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| How can you hear me now?
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| When the distance is deafening.
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| This home is on the edge of collapse. |
| will the sound repeat?
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| How can you hear me now?
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| Our world is falling apart.
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| My Mother, My Father, I believed you had so much. |