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Black hearts
All we know
Is all we are
Found ourselves
With black hearts
Home is where the heart is
And mine is hard to find
The only way to reach it
Is to be deaf, dumb and blind
Searching for an answer
Looking for a clue
Not sure where to look
Or what to do
Where did it all go wrong
What started this spreading fire
Leaving our precious souls
To rot in a place so dire
Is all we are
Found ourselves
With black hearts
Home is where the heart is
And mine is hard to find
The only way to reach it
Is to be deaf, dumb and blind
Searching for an answer
Looking for a clue
Not sure where to look
Or what to do
Where did it all go wrong
What started this spreading fire
Leaving our precious souls
To rot in a place so dire
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