| Before the blackened walls, this picket white protection serves as a constant
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| curtain to the things a child sees
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| And blaming innocence, for what you’ve gone through, and in this day,
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| you built a wall
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| It’s 12 o’clock and she hasn’t returned. |
| What have you done with my daughter?
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| She’s not been herself in some days, for her lack of of appearance I’d live to
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| regret
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| She’s dead. |
| Push forward with plans of this escape. |
| Walls, walls, walls,
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| weak and weathered
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| Weak and weathered. |
| I remember when the lights went out; |
| I remember when the
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| lights when out
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| You had 3 days, look what you’ve done. |
| Now all the loveless will encircle.
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| Pray that she is alright, in this time it seems for them
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| All will. |
| Now I know, now I know not to go. |
| Now, I know. |
| Now she tries to sleep
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| She tries to pet her hands on something left, how could they believe you?
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| And as the walls come into her, she will
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| And as the walls become to her, as the walls cave in, and the walls became to
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| her no more
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| Don’t speak of a sunset she will never see the fucking light again
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| And if the sunsets she will never see the light of day again
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| Don’t speak of sunsets she will never see the light again sleep tight and know
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| your neighbors well |