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Come find me, I will be disappointing. |
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You're fading, so what am I doing here? |
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I know you say that I can't be trusted. |
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I need your faith, I've grown maladjusted. |
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Don't quit just yet, I'll be lost forever, |
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You are my saving grace. |
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Come save me, won't you come save me? |
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You won't find me where you left me. |
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No, you won't ever find me. |
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I'll be hidden somewhere seeking. |
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Quick climbing digits, |
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Quicker quick climbing distance. |
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Prosthetic honesty has never been tied so close to me. |
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The future is bleak, dark like her. |
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A travesty of what we were. |
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Murmurs deep, for the audience. |
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If I could only hear them, |
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Well maybe they would shake hands with my conscience. |