the telephone is ringing, disconnect the line
the stars are colliding,
the tension is building but I'm alright
the television is burning because I set it on fire
the wheels they keep turning, but i'm fine so you might as well let me go
what about the questions we have
somewhere, somehow locked up inside
we've been denied
hand in hand we walk behind
pretending, defending while our souls are tied What about the consequences?
It's only the third hour, my conscience subsides
But something reminds me that you lied
This can't be right.
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