| It’s just a gift to the earth not to breed
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| She took his silence to mean he agreed
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| They rode a wave of nostalgia
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| That crashed like a flue
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| Punching neglect it’d do this to him
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| She grew aware of their stitching of limbs
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| And she taught them to move
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| Traded her own life anew
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| Yeah, can’t touch her now
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| You’ve been squeezed out
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| Your set’s crashing down
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| Alone in your mess on the stage
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| He drove a car that had wood on the side
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| See it first and it’d knock you as fine
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| But his intentions were crystalline right from the start
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| Fighting the way back, a pressure so real
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| She learned a method, a strategy how to conceal how she felt
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| When nothing was left in her heart
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| Yeah, can’t hurt her now
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| Don’t you know that you’ve been tuned out
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| The set’s crashing down
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| You’re alone in a mess on the stage
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| … power from deep in a dream
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| Float to the surface and let out your scream
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| Show the mistake, can’t turn away
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| «Call me a victim», he said to his bed
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| He never guessed that her ignorance wasn’t sincere
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| It was fear
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| You can’t know her now
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| Don’t you know that you’ve been left out
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| The curtain is down
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| Alone in the dark on the stage
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| Never flow our way
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| Never go away
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| Never go away
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| Never go your way |