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It was a cold December morning
When I knew it was over
Tried to show our best face
But we can’t go on pretending nothing's wrong

The tender threads
That bound us - frayed
At the edges of sanity

Till there’s nothing left but anger in the place we’ve known so long…
We’ve known so long

Welcome my friends, the scenes about to play
The act is free, and so the denouement
Revealed to all the skull beneath the skin
Can you tell when the real performance starts?


This time there’ll be no daring escape
As silence morns the hero evermore
Pity that it’s come to this - a serenade of bygone days
Of bygone days

Beyond the veil of sorrow
I see only myself...

Beyond the veil of sorrow

Welcome my friends, the scenes about to play
The act is free, and so the denouement
Revealed to all the skull beneath the skin
Can you tell when the real performance starts?

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