| A man in his silence can put up a fight, the eyes in battle
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| Refusing to end it, he’s feeding his pride and nothing matters more
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| I can be lost, I can be careless, I could die
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| We can be cold, we can be heartless, we could lie
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| You don’t need to tell me twice
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| I’m taking my own advice
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| We can be wrong but somehow we always think we’re right
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| A man in his silence can put up a fight, a voiceless violence
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| The shrug of a shoulder, the sting of the eyes -- the weapons of our war
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| I can be lost, I can be careless, I could die
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| We can be cold, we can be heartless, we could lie
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| You don’t need to tell me twice
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| I’m taking my own advice
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| We can be wrong but somehow we always think we’re right
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| I’m gonna swallow my pride some day
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| And I’m gonna knock on your door one day
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| Then you’re gonna tell me you’re sorry
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| I’ve been a fool to believe
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| That we couldn’t speak
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| But could we?
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| You don’t need to tell me twice
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| I’m taking my own advice
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| We can be wrong but somehow we always think we’re right |