| This is not about me
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| It’s all these fading arms that we leave
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| While we hide in the dark
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| As it brightens up
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| All of the patterns of our grieve
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| But I’m not about to leave
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| It’s all these guiding lights that lead to the fields
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| Where we bury our dreams
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| And the hopes that we placed in the promise of our shields
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| Still we pass by why you’re looking so confused
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| Why do I refuse?
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| You ask why, why you’re looking so confused
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| Why do I refuse, refuse to leave?
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| And it’s not about the words
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| It’s just that I can’t leave without someone getting hurt
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| Every single reply leaves a silence
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| As I seem to nurture the absurd
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| But I’m not about to leave
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| I found a place where we can bury our dreams
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| While we hang up our hearts
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| And the numerous parts
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| That just went up in the seems
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| Still we pass by why you’re looking so confused
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| Why do I refuse?
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| You ask why, why you’re looking so confused
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| Why do I refuse, refuse to leave?
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| The days are getting shorter
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| We rush in to the water
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| And finally we found a good place to bury our dreams
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| The waves will lead us further
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| To the blinding thrills of murder
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| And finally we found a good place to bury our dreams
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| Still we pass by why you’re looking so confused
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| Why do I refuse?
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| You ask why, why you’re looking so confused
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| Why do I refuse, refuse to leave? |