| In the distance, beyond the crowd
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| Sirens sing a chorus symphony
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| A dissonance, a dissonance in blue in red
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| Is there a distance beyond the clouds
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| Does a choir sing a welcoming
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| Where they cleanse me of, cleanse me of
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| all of my impurities
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| I feel like I’m close to knowing
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| Comatose, cold to the touch
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| From head to toe
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| From promise to dusk
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| There’s a devil in my head and
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| This trouble he’s got me into
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| I hope I’ve never disappointed you
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| This is the science of men falling apart
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| In shadows, somewhere in the dark
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| Struggling to meet, bless his heart
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| Inmprisioned in, imprisioned in a world she didn’t deserve
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| All the embers fade till there’s nothing else
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| Just a consequence of his former self
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| It’s a miracle, a miracle she made it this far
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| It looks like she’s close to letting go
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| Comatose, cold to the touch
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| From head to toe, from promise to dusk
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| There’s a devil in my head and
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| This trouble he’s got me into
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| I hope I’ve never disappointed you
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| This is the science of men falling apart
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| Falling apart
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| We have a choice and when our backs are against the fence
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| This is the aftermath, what happens after that?
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| When all the paths are taken back to where it all begins
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| This is the aftermath, what happens after that?
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| What happens after that?
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| Comatose, cold to the touch
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| From head to toe
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| From promise to dusk
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| There’s a devil in my head and
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| This trouble he’s got me into
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| I hope I’ve never disappointed you
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| This is the science of men falling apart |