Rinsing his hands of gold The fear that makes us old Abused into control The only thing he knows Swallowing it down whole He does what he is told The lies that he's been sold A place that feels alone The silence and the drones The only thing he knows Bowing his head in sorrow The light turns on So won't you let me please forget? They're watching close So won't you let me please forget? Let me please forget His eyes showing defeat A record on repeat A soul that never sleeps His heart grows old and weak Decays and cannot keep A choice in not to speak It only makes it harder The light turns on So won't you let me please forget? They're watching close So won't you let me please forget? A thousand hands are reaching out A choir of voices to shake me down A broken conscience Won't you let me please forget? Let me please forget Let me please forget Let me please forget Let me please forget
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