...And we know all the answers but where can the
Counterfeit eyes stare off into the distance
Looking past every word
Instrumental
A portrait of your face hangs within these walls where
I look up at the sky and see heaven falling
The
For so long we've waited for these days to come
Your eyes show me
Why I hear nothing form the selfishness
Open the perilous shaped from another victim's silent cry
Count the
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