Let me introduce a recluse with his neck in a noose that went loose a he slipped out
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He didn't have a clue what to do with his new lease of life it was a lease he never took out
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Ya see
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He'd never really had a grip on life
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Never had a family, no kids, no wife
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No real friends, no social life
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His life was a concise silent night
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At the factory, in fact he kept himself to himself
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His existence was distanced from everyone else
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He didn't interact with the pack, never had done
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He didn't feel the need to impede on their sanctum
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And they didn't impede on his
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If they ever needed anything they'd leave a list
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After a while in that place he didn't seem to exist
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And that didn't seem strange, it just is what it is
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Sometimes he'd find a whole week had passed
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Since he last took a gasp and words were cast
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On his days off he'd wonder if he'd gone deaf
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As he drifted in silence, no noise no mess
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He used to have the radio playing in his hall
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But that stopped when the broadcast stopped being so broad
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He didn't like TV so he got rid of it
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He liked to read books and sit for the hell of it
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So that was his life, didn't seem that bad
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But he still chose to take his own life i his hands
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Still chose to kick that chair from his feet
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Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat
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Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat
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Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat
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Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat
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Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat
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[Hook:]
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Silence can be golden but gold can sometimes suffocate
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Like that girl in that James Bond film, too late to respirate
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Tragedy can be plain to see with lights and sirens
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But sometimes it ain't quite so clear, Domestic Silence
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Unspoken, so much goes unspoken
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Till you're choking on a fragile glass heart smashed open
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With this near miss his eyes would either open
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Or sink deeper down into a silence never broken
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Forsaken isolation and silence all around you
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It'll drag you to the deeper water and it WILL drown you
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He returned to work the very next day
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Lucks intervention got no mention, nothing new to say
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But then out of nowhere everything changed
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When a voice said "Hi there, how are you today?"
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Six simple words, seven simple syllables
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It doesn't always take grand gestures or miracles
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When in hell a hiding place can seem grace and free from pain
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But umbrellas keep out sunshine as well as rain
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He discarded all the fears that his silence had been masking
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And said "yeah I'm good. Thanks for asking"
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[Hook:]
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Silence can be golden but gold can sometimes suffocate
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Like that girl in that James Bond film, too late to respirate
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Tragedy can be plain to see with lights and sirens
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But sometimes it ain't quite so clear, Domestic Silence
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Domestic Silence
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Dan Le Sac Vs Scroobius Pip |