While he was asleep holding her hand
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The dreams smouldered
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She opened her heart, he tore it apart
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Gazed into his smile
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He said he had constraint
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He was ostracised and feint
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She had gone over and under
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A tattoo of a loser
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These are the rings that fell apart
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These are the things that tore his heart
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These were the dreams that he was causing
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These were the gleams that she was pausing
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We're nothing but debris
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Floating on a silver lake
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There's nothing left to take
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As we slowly fall apart
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We unite you through me
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As we separate with fate
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We're nothing but debris
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Her words confound, dim and unsound
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Daring the logic
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Defying off-hand, nothing unplanned
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Phase into the vile
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Let me speak again, pursue the praise - not too soon
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In two yields construed by me and you
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Tracing the cause and case
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As we stand here face to face
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Simple twofoldness is our brace
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That makes it feel like you and me
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Opportunity isn't what we lost
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We have lost our senses
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Walk with me now to another place
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Where no one else has been before
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Debris
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| Theatre Of Tragedy |
