Alone at last
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together in a photograph.
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Our eyes are always open
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devoted to perfection through silence.
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What am I supposed to do?
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Should I sit wait for you?
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Listen to me screaming more.
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This story is old
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only to those that have no mold.
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The truth can be bought or sold.
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But what are we buying?
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Nothing but silence.
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What am I supposed to do?
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Should I sit wait for you?
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Listen to me screaming more.
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Fold the corners,break the silence,
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fold the corners just for tonight...
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What am I supposed to do?
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Should I sit wait for you?
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Listen to me screaming more.
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Perfection Through Silence
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| Finch |
