| In the dark of night I won’t break from your side
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| Nor a stir or a sigh, we will work in silence
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| With these eyes and grace, that will fall, to waste
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| With these eyes
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| With these eyes
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| These eyes
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| These eyes
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| If these eyes had a way to convince you and to sway
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| I’d be here in your arms I would feed from your palm
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| But these eyes have seen their day and they wander away
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| To the bin, to the door, 'til they fix on the floor
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| Either look to late, or they stare thee down
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| I’ve been dead, I’ve been born I’ve been mining the most
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| They’ve been dead, these eyes they won’t follow mine
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| No I won’t
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| No I won’t
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| No I won’t
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| No I won’t be afraid when I kneel at the gate
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| I’ll be fine with the fate that the saints bestow
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| Lost in the wave it will ease these eyes
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| I’ll stand tall and straight until mercy arrives
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| I’ve been watching for you but you’ve left the room
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| I’ve been lost, I’ve been used, I’ve been easily amused
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| Cause these eyes
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| Cause these eyes
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| Cause these eyes
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| Cause these eyes
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| Cause these eyes see the way to resist the decay
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| If they look to obey they will falter none
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| No they won’t be afraid when they steal the silence
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| If you call I will beg without breaking these eyes
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| I’ve been dead, I’ve been born, I’ve been mining the most
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| How long will it be before they follow me?
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| These eyes
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| These eyes
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| These eyes
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| These eyes |