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Here we sit folding these cards made of sand
I can't say much knowing you're not on the recieving end
I try to stretch, I try to focus
But, your misconception breaks in half
Look at this, what do we have?
I've made up my mind to let you free
I'll set you off, by then you should see
Here we are again
Seeing who, and what?
We pretend just to see if we'll get out alive again
Tell me how hard is it to feel?
To touch the root of al evil?
It lays in your hands waiting for you to break at the end
There are too many things I could take back
Too many things that you seem to lack
Once the chance grabbed a hold we became the victims
I can feel it crawling in my skin
I just want to break in two
How could it come to this?
How did it come to this?
You have become apart of me
I have no part of me
You have no right to tell me how to life my life
I know how...
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