| In the war you severed the cord
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| You broke the line
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| You turned an only child
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| But just before you buried the blade
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| Your eyes betrayed
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| The spark of another one
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| Pure at heart
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| Another day our daily bread
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| Another night of the living dead
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| It’s like an ocean upon you
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| So you did what you did
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| And you said what you said
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| Put your pen to the page
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| And a gun to your head
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| Got it all worked out this time
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| Oh, but you can’t be sure they’re dead
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| Still the footsteps fall
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| In an empty hall
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| The voices echo in your head
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| And through the ashes raining down
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| Your eyes replied
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| They told a sordid tale
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| And when the fires
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| Barreled down the mountain side
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| I saw your senses fail
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| So I painted a word
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| In the dust where I bled
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| Signed the seal of the living dead
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| I’m looking down and upon you
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| So you did what you did
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| And you said what you said
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| Put your pen to the page
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| And a gun to your head
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| Got it all worked out this time
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| Oh, but you can’t be sure they’re dead
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| Now I close my eyes
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| As the daylight dies
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| And I drift away
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| What a perfect ghost
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| You are a record skipping
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| On a needle’s eye
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| In a dark refrain
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| Singing, «Nobody knows who you are»
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| Mirror mask with the empty eyes
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| In a devil’s rain
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| Footsteps in an empty hall
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| Shadows crawl across the wall
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| You can’t be sure they’re dead
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| And if I go before your time
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| Don’t let ‘em close your mind
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| Don’t watch the flowers fall
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| Never looking back at all
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| (But if I should change before your eyes)
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| Don’t be fooled by my disguise
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| (You were born of my demise)
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| And I’m a willing sacrifice
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| Should you wake before you die
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| Don’t let a day go by
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| Don’t believe a word they say
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| I’ll be back again one day
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| You never know
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| Fallen or in flight
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| Wind moans
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| Deep in the dark of night
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| And by the blue moon light
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| At the angle when it hits me right
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| You can see the choice
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| Here beneath my skin
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| Bright bones
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| Barely keeping the beast within
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| Prick of a pin
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| Let the shift of my shape begin
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| But the barrier is thin
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| I hear the beating of angel wings
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| Somewhere a siren sings
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| You severed your puppet strings
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| And now the justice is blind tonight
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| It’s hard to see wrong from right
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| When you’re looking through
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| The tunnel of a target site |