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You see
There was nothing left for me
Another year of silence
And all remained unchanged
I counted down the days
I counted down the days
I counted down the days
Then flicked the match away
Now they come crawling from the distance
Panic-stricken through the blaze
Some things just keep dragging on
Some things just keep dragging on
I smoked them out
Can something good come out of this
I smoked them out
Can something good come out of this
I went hunched under their holding
For so long they owned me
And had me in their grip
You see it's easy to conform
To peace and comfort
And leave it like it is
I always left it like it is until
I smoked them out
Can something good come out of this
I smoked them out
Can something good come out of this
I smoked them out of their hiding just to expose them
Wide-eyed and guttered, vaguely remorseful
A moment of hope as they spill onto the streets
Coughing their blame up right at my feet
Nothing will ever happen here
Nothing will ever happen here
Now you see
There was nothing left for me
Another year of silence
But all remained unchanged
I counted down the days
I counted down the days
I counted down the days
Then cleared myself away
And as I crumble to my knees
Unburdened from my shame
I think this has taken way too long
This has taken way too long
Can something good come out of this
Can something good come out of this
I smoked them out of their hiding just to expose them
Wide-eyed and guttered, vaguely remorseful
A moment of hope as they spill onto the streets
Coughing their blame up right at my feet
I smoked them out
I smoked them out
I smoked them out
I smoked them out
I smoked them out
I smoked them out
I smoked them out
I smoked them out
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