| I’ve been misplaced in so many ways
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| Broken battlegrounds, hiding veils of delicate deceit
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| Yet here I breathe
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| Teeth still gleam from holy water
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| While millions of lambs migrate to the slaughter
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| My head in a bag and my hands are bound to my feet
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| And voices sing
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| «Were we erased like common thieves
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| Tossed in a cell to feast with the fleas
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| All because we never had written a word.»
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| What will I see, tonight in these eyes
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| And what will I know when the morning comes
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| What will I see, tonight in these eyes
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| And what will I know when the morning comes
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| Must we remind of exchanges existing so long ago
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| Would we arrive at agreeable musings
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| Sentimental or just confusing
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| We lost what we had but we took it back
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| Friends in the gutter, enjoy one another
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| Just give yourself to the dust and the dirt where you stand
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| What will I see, tonight in these eyes
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| And what will I know when the morning comes
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| What will I see, tonight in these eyes
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| And what will I know when the morning comes
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| I’m not who you think I am
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| And even if I thought you’d known
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| I never would have told you so
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| And more alarming
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| I would have done the very same
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| Would have stole more than your name
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| Would have cursed and brought the world on your shoulders
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| I was in the wrong place
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| At the right time
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| And what’s the worst I’d see
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| By giving myself to the earth below me
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| Not knowing how far I’d fall, by casting away the ordinary
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| Just how long can I stay in illusions formed here long before me?
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| And how long can I breathe this stolen breath here underneath?
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| There’s that subtle smile that did me in
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| She moves…
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| An agony reminds where I’ve been
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| She breathes
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| «I'd never let this happen again.»
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| Where’s your heart?
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| Mimicking the patriarch
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| She’s naive… |