| As the hours are turning into days
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| I pinch my skin, not sure that I’m awake or dead
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| Emotions carved in stone we are
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| Sons of the morning, daughters of the day
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| Buried and fading
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| No more charades
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| Love
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| A masquerade
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| Another day to spend in silence
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| Another way to do you wrong
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| So many open wounds that’re never gonna heal
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| This is the time, the place, the hour
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| Set me free
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| Sanity reformation, the shape I can’t resist
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| I close the door and open up the next
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| I’m crawling back to nothing
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| In hell I’m doing you right, wicked and cold
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| The break of dawn relieves demise
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| No more charades
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| Love
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| A masquerade
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| Another day to spend in silence
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| Another way to do you wrong
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| So many open wounds that’re never gonna heal
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| This is the time, the place, the hour
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| Set me free
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| Falling illusions
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| A dream I can’t forget
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| Remembrance not enough
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| I’ll end it here right now
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| Let’s have some Armageddon
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| The ashes of what once was
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| Brings the torment to enslave
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| Another day to spend in silence
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| Another way to do you wrong
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| So many open wounds that’re never gonna heal
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| This is the time, the place, the hour
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| Set me free |