It's frightening
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How you can see the changes happening
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When they move so fast
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And lightning
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Except the odds are growing
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These lonely times will strike me twice
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The screams of 1,000 voices
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Are whispers inside my head
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The echoes of self defense
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So how many times will it take
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To cover up the past mistakes
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And hide behind a crying you face of shame
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And how many nights will I hide
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and blink under the blackened skies
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I've cursed out so many times
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Its biting
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when the cold wind blows through weathered eyes
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and blistered skin
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it's quiet now
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it's like the calm before the raging violence of the storm begins
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and when this comes crashing down
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I'll fall harder than before
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I'll start this all over now
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So how many times will it take
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To cover up the past mistakes
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And hide behind a crying face of shame
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And how many nights will I hide
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and blink under the blackened skies
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I've cursed out so many times before
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I'll beg for the ending or just for forgiveness
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I'll wait in the shadows of a battle I'm close to losing
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So how many times will it take
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To cover up this smiling face of silence
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This face of shame
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And how many nights will I hide
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and blink under the blackened skies
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I've cursed out so many times before
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Blackout
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Allister |