Rinsing his hands of gold
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The fear that makes us old
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Abused into control
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The only thing he knows
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Swallowing it down whole
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He does what he is told
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The lies that he's been sold
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A place that feels alone
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The silence and the drones
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The only thing he knows
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Bowing his head in sorrow
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The light turns on
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So won't you let me please forget?
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They're watching close
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So won't you let me please forget?
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Let me please forget
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His eyes showing defeat
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A record on repeat
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A soul that never sleeps
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His heart grows old and weak
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Decays and cannot keep
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A choice in not to speak
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It only makes it harder
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The light turns on
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So won't you let me please forget?
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They're watching close
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So won't you let me please forget?
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A thousand hands are reaching out
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A choir of voices to shake me down
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A broken conscience
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Won't you let me please forget?
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Let me please forget
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Let me please forget
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Let me please forget
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Let me please forget
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Silence And The Drones
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Blood Red Shoes |