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There is no point in fighting
When there is no love left
This jilted lover
Asks me to watch him dance
He shows he his scars
I could never satisfy him

He wants to own the moon
And shape it to his will
This delightful rider
Keeps repeating your name
And we fight the same old fight
As I think about leaving
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