| We turn away and erase the pain,
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| let it lie in the deepest shades of guilt and blame.
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| Cover it under these chords so shallow,
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| hide it between lines so narrow.
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| But the words are just too strong to speak,
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| they will only destroy us.
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| Like two towers we stand,
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| stand strong, but hurt.
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| Until we crash down with only one word.
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| Where is the end of these emerald woods,
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| the first light of the new morning?
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| Have we walked too far in this gloom
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| to sense the pure heart of doom?
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| We left our souls in the cutting room
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| and play the roles of silent killers.
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| Here we stand at the edge of truth
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| and still let the cold paint our skin.
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| And blinded we step straight back into hell.
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| But the words are just too strong to speak,
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| they will only destroy us.
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| Like two towers we stand,
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| stand strong, but hurt.
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| Until we crash down with only one word. |