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you let him foldshe watched him gonever to see him againwith coloured stridesyou lead the marchturning malice to dustwhy should we waste a shadows breathfor those who choose to runif you can't stand to take this heart onto your handjust let it goon this moon the flames will risewithout her by your sidecuts his hand and wipes the bloodwho'll discover the deadthere is no line between the weak and those who choose to runif you can't stand to take this heart into your handif you can't stand to take this heart onto your handjust let it gojust let it gojust let it gopick up the pieces and end what you startedhe-he-he-he-here |
