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Perfection was never on the horizon or the agenda for that matter |
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I'll learn to appreciate these moments, even if they have to be spoon-fed |
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Why is it all so wonderfully hysterical these days |
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Even the jaded, have unmistakable grins |
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You wanted something different and I know I'm not a part of that |
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This blood is separate and I respect that |
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I will not leave my men, even if they fall |
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Respect the enemy, though they can be so cruel |
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You've got your precious home; I've got your crumple zone |
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You've got your bible; I've got survival |
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You turned your back on me, your cuts are seemless |
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This prisoner's been set free won't hear from me again |
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Cautious grins are interpreted in many ways |
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Reserving trust alike dust upon old photographs |
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You criticise but you don't even know my name |
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You love to hate, when to me it's just a big fucking game |
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I will swallow this moment of emptiness as I know my time will come |
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With my fist clenched and tight as my teeth |
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I try to say something nice to you but I can't |
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You wanted something different and I know I'm not a part of that |
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This blood is separate and I respect that |
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I will not leave my men, even if they fall |
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Respect the enemy, though they can be so cruel |
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You've got your precious home; I've got your crumple zone |
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You've got your bible; I've got survival |
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You turned your back on me, your cuts are seemless |
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This prisoner's been set free won't hear from me again |
