You wrote your name in invisible ink,
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For you were so afraid of what they might think.
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But the scars they left, they were loud and clear,
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Weren't they? weren't they?
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A?
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When it's too much to bare, memories erase.
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A disappearing act, deserving of our thanks.
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When it surfaces, just hold your breath
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And swim. just swim.
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A?
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You begged and begged for some kind of change:
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Maybe they'd wake up tomorrow and regret the pain
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That they've passed down to you like DNA,
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But no luck, no luck.
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A?
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It seems only by the hand of God or death,
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Will they truly change their silhouettes.
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For a miracle or a consequence,
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You wait and waita¢æ|
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A?
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a¢æ| maybe distance is the only cure?
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Far away from hurt is where healing occurs.
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But all you really want to do is make them proud,
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Don't you? don't you?
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A?
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It must be so hard, in the mess you're always cleaning up,
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To believe in the ghost of unbroken love.
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But I promise you,
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The truth is that you're loved. so loved.
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Silhouettes
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Sleeping At Last |