| Is this the final scene in our tragic play
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| To many curtains remain to fall
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| There’s no reason left to stay in this play
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| We move backwards against the wall
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| Conversation’s over, communication’s down
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| The monologue is taking over
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| I’m still broken
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| I took you in with arms wide open
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| My colour fades to gray
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| There’s nothing left to say
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| Now it’s all dead
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| Are these the final cries of our aching souls
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| (Aching souls)
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| How come yours don’t make a sound
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| With broken wings we’re falling faster as we go
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| (As we go)
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| But somehow we don’t touch the ground
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| You had me torn to pieces
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| You got inside my head
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| That I’ll be here until it’s over
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| I’m still broken
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| I took you in with arms wide open
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| My colour fades to gray
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| There’s nothing left to say
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| Now it’s all dead
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| (Now it’s all dead)
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| (I'm still broken)
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| I’m still hopin'
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| That we can find the words unspoken
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| My sense’s about to brake
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| Now allow me to wait
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| 'Til it’s all dead
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| (Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead)
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| I will find you, you will find me How can we live?
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| If it’s all dead
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| I will not cry
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| I will not brake
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| I will not force
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| 'Til it’s all too late
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| I will find you, you will find me How can we live?
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| If it’s all dead
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| I’m still broken
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| I took you in with arms wide open
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| My colour fades to gray
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| There’s nothing left to say
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| Now it’s all dead
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| (Now it’s all dead)
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| (I'm still broken)
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| I’m still hopin'
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| That we can find the words unspoken
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| My sense’s about to brake
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| Now allow me to wait
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| 'Til it’s all dead |