| When dusk is dumb, someone tells the truth
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| We cannot hear them
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| Thin mist conceals what comes from their lips
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| Tears are rain of ashes
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| They are the ones who lost all their wars
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| They are the ones who lost all their wars
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| They’re sending to us letters from their world
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| They’re sending to us letters from their world they’re the dwellers of the
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| silent reign
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| So weep with me and come, under this rain together we will hear their silent
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| cries
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| They try to light all uncertain times
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| They’re trying to tell the truth
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| Though they’re in jail and victims of their reign
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| Though they’re in jail and victims of their reign to save us by our lies
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| So feel their tears and cries, forever they will bother, they will save us by our lies
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| Can someone see this silent heaven?
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| Please drive my mind to safer places
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| Carve all our dreams in silent paintings
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| Sky free their souls from bars of silence
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| They are the ones who lost all their wars
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| They are the ones who lost all their wars
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| They’re sending to us letters from their world
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| They’re sending to us letters from their world they’re the dwellers of the
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| silent reign
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| So, come with me and hear: they are crying alone
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| They are angels, they are the ones who write letters from silent heaven
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| Can someone see this silent heaven?
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| Please drive my mind to safer places
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| Carve all our dreams in silent paintings
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| Sky free their souls from bars of silence |