| I stood on the sidelines
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| Waiting for the chance
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| To tell you I need I need a hill to rule over
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| Don’t be offended
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| I only told the truth
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| Don’t critizes me
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| My scars are much too deep
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| I can’t get passed the shadows
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| They’re following behind you
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| Like history repeating
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| Your eyes are so misleading
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| The accusations and allegations
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| Of things that did not come to pass
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| So don’t try to break the silence
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| Don’t push me to the side
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| Remain the one beside me
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| Open your eyes to see
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| Don’t try to break the silence
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| It’s like history repeating
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| When the silences
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| Becomes way too loud
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| I’ll come back to recognize your faults
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| When the silences reaches up to God
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| Tells the world how much you have lost
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| I know there’s not much to say
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| It’s easier to toss the words aside
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| There’s point to be involved
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| It’s a hell of a ride
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| I’m blind and senseless
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| The shadows tend to surround me
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| The ribbons and the laces
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| Tied and bound to my feet
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| When will you hit zero again?
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| Like a sedative
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| Blurring patience with disbelief
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| And a dull moment
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| When the silences
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| Becomes way too loud
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| I’ll come back to recognize your faults
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| When the silences reaches up to God
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| Tells the world how much you have lost |