| When in your life did you surrender
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| Late in the night do you remember
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| What were the dreams that you betrayed then
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| Would you go back if you could save them now
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| Did you believe there was something more
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| Waiting behind some forgotten door
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| Or was that all long before
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| You felt the pressure grow inside your brain
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| Where every nerve is on fire
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| You start to wonder if you’re going insane
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| It’s not a fate you desired
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| Time is running down
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| Moments of reason that we hope to find
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| Are we a thought somewhere in god’s mind
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| A work of art that he has never signed
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| No
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| Children and mirrors have no memory
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| They reflect us for that is all they see
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| They are the us that is still yet to be
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| And so we carry on
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| The clock is ticking and your growing afraid
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| That the end will be violent
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| You walk the edges all around your own grave
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| And the gods they are silent
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| Or can not be found
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| Searching your mind for correspondence from
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| Joseph and mary and their only son
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| Is their silence something you have done
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| No
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| And in the end what have you defied
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| To end up so nearly crucified
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| Just let me know when you decide
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| That all hope is gone
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| Come and see him dying
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| For it’s really quite a show
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| Walking on a wire
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| Though he never seems to know
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| Even when he’s falling
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| You can see a little smile
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| Figures that he’s flying
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| Only for a little while
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| The ground is rushing towards him
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| But he never sees it there
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| Lives his life in pieces
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| Always taking every dare
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| What will be the ending
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| Well i’m sure that I don’t know
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| The ground is getting closer
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| Come and see the show
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| See the show
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| See the show
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| See the show |