| Without guts, we still get hurt
| Without guts, we still get hurt
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| I need to get out
| I need to get out
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| One thousand words in years
| One thousand words in years
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| A thousand years which tell the whole story
| A thousand years which tell the whole story
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| No one sees, behind empty words
| No one sees, behind empty words
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| There’s always something
| There's always something
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| The last tears shed
| The last tears shed
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| I wipe them off
| I wipe them off
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| The last years of a lifetime
| The last years of a lifetime
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| The last years lived
| The last years lived
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| The last rivers flow away
| The last rivers flow away
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| The wounds — yes, they heal
| The wounds - yes, they heal
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| One thousand words in deaths
| One thousand words in deaths
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| A thousand years, tears run down our cheeks
| A thousand years, tears run down our cheeks
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| Gashes, which we suture together
| Gashes, which we suture together
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| And so move on
| And so move on
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| The last tears shed
| The last tears shed
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| Now I wipe them off
| Now I wipe them off
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| The last years of a lifetime
| The last years of a lifetime
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| The last straws are drawn
| The last straws are drawn
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| The last rivers flow away
| The last rivers flow away
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| The wounds, they heal
| The wounds, they heal
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| The wounds, they heal
| The wounds, they heal
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| The last tears flow away
| The last tears flow away
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| The wounds — yes, they heal
| The wounds - yes, they heal
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| Yes, they heal
| Yes, they heal
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| Yes, they heal
| Yes, they heal
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| Now I’m finally home | Now I’m finally home |