"Enya, In your language is there a word for anger
Or is it in your temple where you hide?
Enya, In your temple you flowers bloom like fire
But now your colours faded and you're cold..."Epitaph
"She read your words on my TV, So much anger in her grief
A candle lit for you, And the words you wrote they sing with
So much truth, More than you could ever know
You lost your faith in something, How could you do this to us?..."Getaway
"I want you to think about it, To think about the things that he said
I want you to live without it, To breathe without the bruises on your head
I want you to sleep without it, To sleep without the demon in your bed
I want you to live without it, To breathe without it, Without a doubt..."|
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