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If I can close myself just fine |
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You'll take me in, |
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I'll cross the line |
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We'll be sent intro pretend |
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We'll travel far into their hearts |
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He'll take you in and treat you well |
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You'll never doubt |
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He'll never tell |
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Your dirty lies, your misbelief, your false success which you've achieved |
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My mind in on the shelf |
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And time can only tell that the price yet this way |
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But the wager has been placed |
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You'll like to stand beside yourself |
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You hate the way which you asell |
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Your story books and false disease |
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I promise you we'll make belief |
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So take this gear that I give to you |
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And run for me |
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You promise to cherish it good from afar |
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My mind in on the shelf |
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And time can only tell that the price yet this way |
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But the wager has been placed |
