| My body lay frozen in the finest attire
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| Even with eyes shut
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| I can hear the looks on their faces
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| Every mourning mash worn with insecurity
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| These things always bring a few
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| They come to pay respect to their own shattered dream
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| Sorry to disappoint but today is not that day
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| Your crocodile tears will have to wait it seems
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| Close your eyes, just a moment
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| Listen to the frame dissolve into horizon
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| Pick a side, choose your color
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| Wave your flag … away from the fences
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| At last you can hear the sound of your heart beating
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| For just a moment
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| Don’t you dare, ring that bell
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| I will claw through the dirt
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| To all that came, my apologies
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| This book still has pages left unwritten
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| A story familiar to those bitten
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| I will claw through the dirt
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| To all that came, my apologies
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| This book still has pages left unwritten
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| Take these coins off my eyes
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| I’m not ready to be put down
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| If only you could hear the screaming in my mind
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| Take these coins off my eyes
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| The action breaks the rules
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| We create, we decide
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| Security’s your box
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| Art is our line
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| These coins aren’t sewn to my eyes
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| Take these coins off our eyes
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| Forget all you thought you knew
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| You won’t put us down
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| Scratch our names off your list
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| You’ll never put us down!
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| Put us down! |