| This is the alter of my downfall
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| a symbol of this glorious demise
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| Well I’m in flames and getting deeper
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| all contact lost is no surprise
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| I’m sitting here alone
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| the silence heavier than me tonight
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| A lost soul found and sold again
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| A broken stride reborn again
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| Here among these gilded pages
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| Now its sanctuaries one last stand
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| To never have to speak again
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| To never say your name again
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| To never tell another lie
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| to live in the honesty of the eyes
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| Create your own defence
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| and keep a secret tight
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| Tonight there will be no sound
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| In golden silence we’ll be found
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| To never have to say goodbye
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| when it hurts too much to just get by
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| honesty will be a glace away
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| We’re not far, don’t say anything
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| When all the words of the poets lie meaningless
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| When all the trivial delusions
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| all lose their place in the arms of those who wonder why
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| nothing really matters
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| Tonight all be no sound
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| in silence we’ll be found
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| a little less exaggerated
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| To never say goodbye
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| To never tell a lie
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| To never come across so jaded
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| To never curse your name again
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| To never take the blame again
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| To never get the last word everytime we’ve got nothin' good to say |