| The future here is shattered
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| Your voice is thin as rain
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| Unholy broken shadows
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| You know you’ll never tame
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| This winter lake is frozen
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| Cold fantasy turned on its side
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| The screw just keeps on turning
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| But it’s guilt makes you decide
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| That you can’t cry
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| Although you’ve tried
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| Run and hide
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| But don’t you cry
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| The clocks have stopped their ticking
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| Time grips you in its vice
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| These hands have always claimed you
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| Marooned here in midnight
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| Poets have their studies
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| Babies have their mind
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| Just visions from a hilltop
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| Or a train journey late at night
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| But you can’t cry
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| Although you try
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| Run and hide
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| But don’t you cry
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| Faces haunt the mirror
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| Dark voices close behind
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| They’re nothing to the horrors
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| Of the loneliness you hide
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| Your morning views it’s headstone
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| Its' cruelty knows no bounds
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| A mist enshrouds tomorrow
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| Today the hammer pounds
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| But you can’t cry
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| Although you try
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| Run and hide
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| But don’t you cry
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| Got no dreams to speak of
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| Hope’s teeth they start to bite
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| Your heart of molten ashes
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| Its sparks shower you in spite
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| You envy all the others
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| The ones who own their eyes
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| Serenity is a planet
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| On which you can’t reside
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| Your lover’s ghostly memory
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| Haunts you all your days
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| His ship sails bold horizons
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| You stalk him in its wake
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| But you can’t cry
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| Although you try
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| Run and hide
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| From what’s inside
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| Oh, you can’t cry
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| Although you’ve tried
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| Run and hide
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| But don’t you cry
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| He knows that she’s so sad
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| She knows the clocks won’t turn back
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| He knows that she’s so sad
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| She hopes the clocks turn back
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| He knows that she’s so sad
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| She knows the clocks won’t turn back |