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I am responsible |
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I blame myself for your slight of hand |
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you turn the mirrors in |
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a glass reflection I can't withstand |
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And my patience wears thin |
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you are so stuck in your ways |
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I am the rope you are hanging on |
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and my patience wears thin |
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My patience wears thin |
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can I recover the waste? |
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I am the fire I smoke you out |
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and my patience wears thin |
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my patience wears thin |
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Loving fed a lie |
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that we couldn't separate |
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and when I let it die |
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I constantly paid for it |
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when the story begins |
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you never stepped in |
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and my patience wears thin |
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you are so stuck in your ways |
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I am the rope you are hanging on |
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and my patience wears thin |
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My patience wears thin |
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can I recover the waste? |
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I am the fire I smoke you out |
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and my patience wears thin |
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my patience wears thin |
