I am so sorry. I've made amends
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I've kept my peace and bent my neck
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I know the pattern, I know the sound
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and I have twisted it around
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The chance to speak passed me by
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Remaining frozen in dead time
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Honesty stripped of its meaning
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I would not hurt you again
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You have my heart, you have my hands
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Pinning me down when I'm leaving
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Moving without sense or sign
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Uprooted, and the pain refined
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How long can the silence hold?
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Where were you when I grew old?
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Move me in my lack of faith
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Unhand me when it's all too late
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How long can your arm hold strong?
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Where are you when I am wrong?
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I know you well enough
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On the treshold of speaking of truces
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Then the mouthful of still, hollow fear
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There's no name to the path I am choosing
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Time is passing, but I am still here
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to see it through
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Will I carry this burden forever?
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My hands moving with words you won't hear
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My heart beating the pulse for the deathbed
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It's my kingdom. Here I am it all
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So I know it each time you are lying
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I can tell from the shame in your eyes
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And each time there's a piece of me dying
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but you know that I never compromise
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Drowned inside you, all embraced
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Grown to love the safety it gave
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All protection ripped away
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Never leave me alone and mute again
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How long can the silence hold?
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Resonantine
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| Madder Mortem |
