| «So it’s come to this?"I said to you, again.
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| Silver tounges and itching lungs, the «perfect ones».
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| The lies, deceit, quiet whispering.
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| Fall down, defeat, don’t want part of it!
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| I try, to sleep but the walls are whispering.
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| Why, cant you hear these voices?
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| Truths that remain unspoken.
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| Stay, for a while, I cannot sleep,
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| while these walls are whispering.
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| Truth be told I don’t know what is real anymore.
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| The lack of sleep is slowly eating me, more and more.
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| The lies, deceit, quiet whispering.
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| Fall down, defeat, don’t want part of it!
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| I try to sleep but the walls are whispering.
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| Why can’t you hear these voices?
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| Truths that remain unspoken.
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| Stay, for a while, I cannot sleep,
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| while these walls are whispering.
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| Mary had a little lamb, whose fleece was white as snow.
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| And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go.
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| Why can’t you hear these voices?
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| Truths that remain unspoken.
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| Stay, for a while, I cannot sleep,
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| while these walls are whispering. |