| Lust betrays the useless hand that feeds
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| We are cut between the lines
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| The verdict sews where it bleeds, that was years ago
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| (As you held her hand)
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| You let go
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| You will never share
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| (Her cries of life)
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| (Opening up)
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| Page two
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| I’m afraid I will lose her
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| and these pictures will turn to shadows
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| And I’m afraid of watching the pages turn by
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| so quickly, and I’m afraid
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| The tides
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| (Have changed)
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| Victims of abuse become a scene
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| Forgiving
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| (Words are not enough to build)
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| To build the bridge of sincerity.
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| Blame yourself or God
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| (For trusting the ones you love)
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| For trusting those
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| (The ones your life was counting on)
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| (In sickness)
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| And in health
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| I’m afraid I will lose her
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| and these pictures will turn to shadows
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| And I’m afraid of watching the pages turn by
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| so quickly, and I’m afraid
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| If you could touch her face right now
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| (Let these snakes choke on her flesh)
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| If you could hear her voice right now
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| (She burns on the inside without you)
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| This is the price you pay
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| (For abandoning her in misery)
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| This is the price you pay
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| Does it make you feel like you’re a king?
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| Preying on the innocent
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| She’s suffocating, can’t you hear her?
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| It’s a shame we do it to suit our own
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| And hope things make better sense another day
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| And hope things make better sense another day |