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season of solace

in the white room
nobody wants you but the one
na na na na na na

theres a killing floor
theres a little doll and a big gun
na na na na na nuh

dont let your angels down
cuz we never came to lose
we came to make it out

in the back rooms
theres a whisper of a plastic heart
that was made to stop and start

theres a cleaning crew
that can make almost anything new
aya ya ya ya ya

dont let the world go by
ah, without learning why you live
before you die

many seasons come and go
a season of relief
followed by endless grief

many reasons to go
i stay because i know
i need to find my soul

most every person that i meet
laughs so pleasantly
smiles are deceitful

any version of me could be best
if its not given yet
i hope my soul will rest