I want to mute the scene,
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stop the clocks
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Turn them off and feel your silence
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Shut their mouths,
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plug my ears
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And I wanna hear of some way your down and out
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And all else is separation
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My watch is when you leave...for the last
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In a conscious moment,
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I could live in uncertain regret...here in the past
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My choose blanks, memories and more
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You clearly made me think that I had something to live for
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Buried in the dirt,
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so I will dig and pull the fleet
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For once I believe,
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and may you pray for me
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Our worlds ran parallel,
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an indefinite promise to meet...divided
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And a colored frustration,
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as I enter the vault you breach...unsubsided
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Hit firm
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Narrow Straits
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| Lagwagon |
