| Never reveal the family secrets
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| Hide the rats in your basement
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| There’s an old lady in her grey rags
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| Who always sleeps in the park
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| Nothing can ever change the past
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| Her eyes look like they were made of glass
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| But now there is no more pain to feel
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| This morning she was found stone cold in the park
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| Drawn into drugs to drain the pain
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| Cold with fever — deny, or face the fact
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| It’s not that far away from here
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| Not that far away from where we live
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| A siren sounds and break the silence of the night
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| Minds getting black
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| No reconnection at all…
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| Destined to schedule a new meeting
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| Reach the human mind in the mirror
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| Nothing is left but the door to the soul
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| But you’ve been put on hold again…
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| Details revealed in the morning paper
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| Rumours spreading like fire in dry grass
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| Nothing can ever change the past
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| Her pale skin was torn by years in despairs
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| But now there is no more pain to feel
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| This morning she was found stone cold in the park
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| Destined to schedule a new meeting
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| Reach the human mind
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| Into the mirror — into the mirror…
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| Take a good look, into the eyes of the weak
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| Let’s throw them all away, like rats in the streets
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| Paramedics are closing the black bag
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| Kids are playing, laughing in the park
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| No place to call home, no one even cares
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| There is always a dark family secret to hide
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| An old picture of the family queen
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| She didn’t leave them anything
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| In the shadows the society feeds
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| Frozen asleep in the park
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| Drawn into drugs to drain the pain
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| Cold with fever — deny, or face the fact
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| It’s not that far away from here
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| Not that far away from where we live
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| The siren sounds for the 5th time this night
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| My mind is black
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| Just another night in the park
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| Destined to schedule a new meeting
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| Get another fill to keep the blanket warm
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| Nothing is left but the door to the soul
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| But you’ve been put on hold again… |