( Hammill )
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No time now for contrition; the time for that's long past
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The walls are thin as tissue and if I talk I'll crack the glass
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So I only think on how it might have been
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locked in silent monologue, in silent scream.
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I'm much too tired to speak
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and as the waves crash on the bleak
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stones of the tower I start to freak
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...and find that I am overcome...
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A Plague Of Lighthouse-Keepers:(iii) Eyewitness
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| Van Der Graaf Generator |
