| There’s a wearing down the voice
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| A conclusion that leaves me no choice
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| I lost my neck in the sea
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| I lost my neck in the sand
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| I always wanted to be
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| And so the words that I’m voice
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| Breaks the silence that lives in the mind
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| And I’ve broken the promise I once gave
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| The promise I was supposed to keep
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| Til my dying days
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| So when I’ll throw everything I have now become
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| I’ll say what have I done, what have I done?
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| And there’s a hole where there used to be the sun
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| I’ll say what have I done, what have I done?
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| I’ll say what have I done, what have I done?
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| There was a distant cry for you as well
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| And I could hear it so well until you fell
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| Into the colder of your own mind
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| But still you acted surprised
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| When you first saw those signs
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| That might feel those times
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| Those that keep you in the darkness of your own mind
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| Oh, there ain’t nobody here now
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| But only that sound of silence that we all know to find
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| Maybe it’s time for you to realize
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| There’s some hope that’s holding on in your bloodshot eyes
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| So when you know everything you have now become
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| You’ll say what have I done, what have I done?
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| There’s a hole where there used to be the sun
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| You say what have I done, what have I done?
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| What have I done, what have I done?
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| So when I’ll throw everything I have now become
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| I’ll say what have I done, what have I done?
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| And there’s a hole where there used to be the sun
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| I’ll say what have I done, what have I done?
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| What have I done, what have I done? |