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Candle OperaNo one really knows where we goWhen the light fades;Maybe it trades places with hand grenadesNo one knows, no one really knowsEven when they caught me with the blood on my hands,I refused to take the witness standYou gave me the benefit of the doubt,The benefit of the doubtI have a twin; He stirs his tonic and gin with the rose he never gave awayHe could swallow the thorn in your sideYou don't want to know where I've really beenEven though I had no alibi,I could not look you in the eyeYou gave me the benefit of the doubt, the benefit of the doubtYou gave me the benefit of the doubtYou gave me, you gave me, the benefit of the doubtNo one really knows where we goWhen the light fades;Maybe it trades places with the love we madeNo one knows, no one really knows From Letras Mania