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Find resistanceFind resistance in a smaller space than this.Leave me crumbling and crying out your name. Left without a doubt, no worries. But these minds are left unspoken. And silence was their thought. Oh would you need me when I’m not myself? ‘Cause she couldn’t take this. And that’s just why she gave. All left crumbling, left in fit of gray. Won’t you call my name, cause echoes die too young. Suddenly shameless, another soldier fades away. Oh, would you need me when I’m not myself? |
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