the telephone is ringing, disconnect the line
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the tension is building but I'm alright
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the stars are colliding, so you might as well let me go
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the television is burning because I set it on fire
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the wheels they keep turning, but i'm fine
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what about the questions we have locked up inside
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somewhere, somehow
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we've been denied
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hand in hand we walk behind pretending,
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defending while our souls are tied
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It's only the third hour, my conscience subsides
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But something reminds me that you lied
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What about the consequences?
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This can't be right
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Denied
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| Our Lady Peace |
