| Erratic actions, the means to an end
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| An abrupt chance to redefine
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| What we all expect
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| The more questions, the clearer the doubt
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| Though everything else seems clearer
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| Can you see the difference?
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| The attainable — the unreachable
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| Blurring the line, all decency denied
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| Hear the tongues of blackened silver
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| As your golden bonds start to break
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| I won’t let you be divided
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| I won’t let you be torn to shreds
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| A furtive twist nails the shackles to the ground
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| Confined to a corner we find ourselves crashing down
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| The more questions unanswered, the more we drown
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| Hear the tongues of blackened silver
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| As your golden bonds start to break
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| I won’t let you be divided
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| I won’t let you be torn to shreds
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| I won’t let you fall apart on me
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| I won’t let you be torn to shreds
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| See ahead in the distance
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| Just a bit of confusion
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| On the rear view mirror
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| As you stare to the back of your mind
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| Which is the illusion?
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| Hear the tongues of blackened silver
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| As your golden bonds start to break
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| I won’t let you be divided
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| I won’t let you be torn to shreds
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| I won’t let you fall apart on me
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| I won’t let you be torn to shreds
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| What will become of all of this? |