| Again you say it sometimes never ends,
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| Lines that start where they begin,
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| Taking pictures through the window,
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| And it’s clear to me that you have no idea
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| What’s been going on right here
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| Something’s missing and I don’t know
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| I’ve counted the hours of nowhere
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| I’m not counting anymore
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| It doesn’t mean that much to me
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| But the truth somehow burns in the fire
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| It doesn’t mean that much to you
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| And these lies, they keep going on forever
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| I began as you did, this is who I am,
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| In truth of all those people dead
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| At least I know their prayers are answered,
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| Like a shadow floating always by my side
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| Somebody laughs, somebody cries
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| It doesn’t mean I’ll have an answer
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| I’ve counted the hours of nowhere
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| I’m not counting anymore
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| It doesn’t mean that much to me
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| But the truth somehow burns in the fire
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| It doesn’t mean that much to you
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| And these lies, they keep going on forever
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| I don’t know what it is…
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| I don’t know what it is…
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| It lives forever
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| It doesn’t mean that much to me
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| Truth… it burns in the fire
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| It doesn’t mean that much to you
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| These lies, they live forever |