| There’s a child standing
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| With a broken string
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| In a passageway with no return
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| Bridges burn, waters rise
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| Turn around
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| Turn around
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| And see with different eyes
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| There’s a woman standing
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| In a golden ring
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| Full of idols she no longer knows
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| Circles close on broken ties
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| Turn around
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| Turn around
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| And see with different eyes
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| I know about the emptiness inside
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| I know about the loneliness you hide
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| I wanted you to hurt the most
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| I wanted you
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| To hold me closer
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| There’s an actor standing
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| With a painted face
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| In a dark and unfamiliar play
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| Tear away an old disguise
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| Turn around
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| Turn around
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| And see with different eyes
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| I know about the emptiness inside
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| I know about the loneliness you hide
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| I wanted you to hurt the most
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| I wanted you
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| To hold me closer
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| Finding answers in the pattern
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| Pieces of the whole
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| Maybe love is all that matters
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| All you need to know
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| There’s a figure standing
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| In an empty field
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| Setting flowers gently on a stone
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| Keep the truth, leave the lies
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| Turn around
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| Turn around
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| And see with different eyes |