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The fragrance in the air Was composed of Hidden truth behind the scene As I was welcomed But I could smell the stench Filling up the mood well And as the night peeled over So did the outcome I feel like the black sheep In the herd tonight Voices carried like ships set to sail (Set to sail set to sail) Under the moon, they trotted back to the safe house (Back to the safe house) I never thought that the situation Could get so lonely if only I'd paid attention Then maybe things would be the same (Wishful thinking can take the blame) As I Made my way I felt the presence of an omen My body shivered as the ground left the soles of my feet But like the sacred box, it just had to be open Curiosity killed the lives left inside of me What lied beyond this illuminated door? It seemed surreal as If I stood at heaven's gate But it was perfumed with the soothing lights While it turned out to be a hellish fate Voices carried like ships set to sail (Set to sail set to sail) Under the moon, they trotted back to the safe house (Back to the safe house) I never thought that the situation Could get so lonely if only I'd paid attention Then maybe things would be the same (Wishful thinking can take the blame) I skinned the darkness alive with the cold sharp steel From the blade of this knife, that left an ambient feel Nothing covered them but my silhouette at fourteen I walked away with no heart I left that house with no means To ever come back to the scene of the crime Where my heart fell from my chest and hit the floor Like a body that jumps but nobodies there to mourn This band of thieves I once knew as good friends Are now nothing more than just pieces of shit Voices carried like ships set to sail (Set to sail set to sail) Under the moon, they trotted back to the safe house (Back to the safe house) I never thought that the situation Could get so lonely if only I'd paid attention Then maybe things would be the same Wishful thinking can take the fucking blame.
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