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Now the fire has gone away, |
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I face you with a broken pen, |
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And sympathy and gratitude, dissolve into disaray. |
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I relied, undisguised, |
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Followed all you'd say, |
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Was your weakness momentary, |
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You're devotion temporary. |
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It's a question of taste, |
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Like a slap in the face, |
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Let the vain do what they do, |
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Did you laugh at my innocence. |
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Custom made but gone astray, |
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Erase you with a pencilhead, |
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I'm bulletproof now |
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I hide, But somehow i was happy then, do you know, how lost, how lost, how lost, |
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Was your weakness, momentary, |
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Your devotion, temporary. |
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It's a question of taste, like a slap in the face, |
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It's a question of taste, let the vain do, |
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What they do, did you laugh at my innocence. |
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I don't want to live forever, |
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I just want some... ohohohoh |
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I don't want to live forever, |
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I just want some...ohohohoh |
