I see an end
Our sun will dive
Blood alone won't bring
I've seen better days, yeah
So says the mirror
It's hard to
Somebody's leaving
Somebody gives a damn
Sombody's dreaming
Cause somebody kn
You think you know me, Got me figured out.
You're casting
Its got me on my head again.
Close can be
Build a wall from me
Your words are mortar and limestone
One
I didnt say I love you when I had the
I give what I need to give
I take what I
I guess I gave my best for the both of
You could offer me patients or violence
You could offer me
Watching you sleep, are you awake anymore
Can you hear me,
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