Where has all these voices gone to?
We know some stories were untrue.
For every heart, there was a soul.
To each their own, for each their tole.
Look at these bodies, naked to the eye.
So many teardrops, I want to cry.
I watch them as they fade away.
I watch them vanish, I make my say.
Now as you bury what you see.
Please remember this was not me.
I heard some promises in the night.
I heard a pretty lifting fright.
Whatever you told them, leave me out.
I never make promises, without a doubt.
If they haunt you in the night,
Remember it was not my voice, in the light.
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