In photographs we define ourselves
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Beneath the blanket of fashion
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The things we fear the most
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Are caught by our eyes in a mirror
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We will decompose
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Until we have faces
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Identity abides
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In what we claim is the truth,
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Till fact and faith collide
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Until we have faces
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My heart is set on you.
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But time and time again,
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My eyes believe in lies.
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To desire and dread
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A war we can? explain.
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One fights to remember
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Another to forget himself
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A face we own forever,
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But our heart can always change.
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Till We Have Faces
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Noise Ratchet |