| I know who you are
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| I know who you are not
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| I know who you are
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| I, I know who you are not
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| The silence is deafening to my ears
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| How could the obvious be ignored?
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| The silence is threatening then she appears
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| The ceremony is performed
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| I’m here to paint you with my tears
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| Decried my spirit over my fears
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| I can’t walk away from all the years
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| Serene and sad, she disappears
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| Hands of my mind
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| My thoughts trembling
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| The ends of time
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| Time always medding
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| The silence is deafening to my ears
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| How could the obvious be ignored?
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| The silence is threatening and she appears
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| The ceremony is performed
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| I’m here to paint you with my tears
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| Decried my spirit over my fears
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| I can’t walk away from all the years
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| Serene and sad, she disappears
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| Night-lights are for chilfren
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| Mornings for adults
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| Non-egalitarian equinox
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| The hands of my mind
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| My thoughts trembling
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| The hands of time
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| Time always medding
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| The silence is deafening to my ears
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| How could the obvious be ignored?
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| The silence is threatening then she appears
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| The ceremony will always be performed
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| The silence is threatening as she appears
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| The ceremony will always be performed
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| The silence is deafening to my ears
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| Seized by the impressions of passers in the night
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| I’m here to paint you with my tears
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| Decried my spirit over my fears
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| I can’t walk away from all the years
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| Serene and sad, she disappears
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| I’m here to paint you with my tears
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| Decried my spirit over my fears
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| I can’t walk away from all the years
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| Serene and sad, she reappears
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| I know who you are. |