| What the fuck have you done?
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| What is this that I hear?
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| No, I don’t understand nor approve
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| your choise of solution,
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| I thought that much was clear
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| And it’s way too quiet now,
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| the lights are on
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| but there’s no sound
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| A fresh new coat of paint
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| to wash the thoughts away
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| A ghost unseen, from the window
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| notes be pouring out
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| If only I could grab
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| you by your face and shout:
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| Hear me now!
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| I don’t know where or when,
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| but it gets better somehow
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| The pain you feel, it won’t last,
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| it will pass
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| Just look away
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| from the hourglass
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| The dye is cast, just not in
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| the shape or form of which we asked
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| Defuse the past
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| His problems got the best of him
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| With weight like that he couldn’t win
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| It would’ve taken the strength of a
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| mountain not to come apart
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| The biggest waste is not to live
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| A waste like that I can’t forgive
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| I will never be at peace with what
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| you’ve done
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| Old friend in hand, the strings his
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| gateway to a calm
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| The magic in his fingers,
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| the whole world in his palm
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| Hear me now!
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| I don’t know where or when,
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| but it gets better somehow
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| The pain you feel, it won’t last,
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| it will pass
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| Just look away from the hourglass
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| The dye is cast, just not in the shape
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| or form of which we asked
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| Defuse the past |