| Come in a little close dear, listen to this tale
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| About your brother next to you
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| Why it is he failed
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| I got a secret, I can’t keep it inside
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| So there’s this secret
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| I’m glad it isn’t mine
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| It’s killing me to keep it in
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| This burden isn’t fair
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| Listen to this story, mask it with a prayer
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| Brother why is it you find?
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| Is it your quest to tell?
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| The troubles that haunt our closest kin
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| Is time ours to sell?
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| We tear apart the inside
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| Working towards dividing our intentions
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| Locking all our doors
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| Whisper in my ear
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| Voice your silence
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| Who are we to judge?
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| I see a painted portrait in the hallway
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| All alone
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| The light brightens its texture
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| I see the artist’s every stroke
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| I close the curtains to dim the light, so the beauty fades away |