Damnatio Memoriae

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Well, its just the fault of 
circumstance
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The game of youth, the threat of 
chance
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And I cant seem to find another way
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To justify my loss of words
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But some day, they say Ill be cured
     C              G              
But, be assured Ill always be this 
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way
    F             G
And we all suffer guilt and shame
F               C
In the frame of skin and bones
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Little one, youre not alone
Em                   F           
I think its time you stepped out 
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of the shade
    F              G
But who among your chosen ones
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Am I to be so bold?
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To the one who cant be told?
Em                F               
No dont, believe, a single thing I 
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say

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But I recall that night right well
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We stood the streets while darkness 
fell
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Said, you could tell I had 
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something to say
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Well I tried to leave but you said 
no
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That eventually we all must go
C                        G       
So we search the town to find out
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 why we stay
F                    G
And now the days are growing thin
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And the leaves litter the streets
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And the fog infests my sheets
Em                        F      
And we are each to scared to even
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 greet the day
F                 G
And all those resolutions
F                  C
Unfulfilled,I will soon repeat
F                   C
Cant escape my own deceit
Em                 F        
Oh, I do intend to meet myself 
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someday

C
And it sickens me to see you now
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With your pursed lips and your 
purchase crowd
C            G                C
Spouting out self-evidence as proof
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But you are virtue, you are why
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Mothers weep and young men die
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For just the sight of the pyrite 
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of your tomb
F                      G
But what shames me the most my dear
F                      C
Is the hate you left behind
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In the shallows of my mind
Em
And the cold out lines
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Where once you used to lay
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So Ill pour out this parting glass
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And attempt to wash my hands
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Of what your memory demands
Em                       F       
No, I never planned for things to
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 end this way