| I heard her on the phone
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| Shielded, but alone
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| She slurred a tortured tone
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| I can hear the rain splash on the ground
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| She swam through darkness into light
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| Then fell back into the hell of night
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| She searched for colors in the grey
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| Then swam back into that old misery
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| Now that dress is in the gutter
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| The tears have all but gone
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| Now that dress is in the gutter
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| The tears have all but gone
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| The hate for herself grows
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| The shell she hides in knows
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| She built an alternate world
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| Full of vampires, cocks and crows
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| A place where she can go
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| Self-loathe all alone
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| Oh, she’s not been at home for so long
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| She’s not been at home…
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| Where did your heart go?
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| The glow seemed to freeze in snow
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| Under you wild skies
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| The rain waits for thee
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| Where did that heart go?
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| Her rain soon froze into snow
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| Sorrow fuelled brown eyes
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| Kept speaking in my dreams
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| It was a stone cold realisation
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| When I heard her speak alone
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| Oh, when you live your life through escapism eyes
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| You’ll find it hard to heal as the pain sinks deeper within you…
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| Where did your heart go?
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| The glow seemed to freeze in snow
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| Under you wild skies
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| The rain waits for thee
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| Where did your heart go?
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| The glow seemed to freeze in snow
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| Under you wild skies
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| The rain waits for thee
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| Where did your heart go?
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| The glow seemed to freeze in snow
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| Under you wild skies
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| The rain waits for thee |