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| I hope your concience eats your brain down to the stem And I hope that I never end up like them It's something that I know I'll never want to lose The ability to know that I need to leave These days keep adding up again It's not the same now As it was before And I know you'll never understand And what's the difference if I never even knew your name? It's just round two in another of your one sided games It's something that I know I'll never want to lose The ability to know that I need to leave These days keep adding up again It's not the same now As it was before And I know you'll never understand |
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