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I'm at the end of my ribbon again |
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For those who want to apathy |
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You had the perfect opportunity |
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But pled the fifth and walked away, yeah, ohhh |
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Say something |
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Make us proud |
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Cast the first stone |
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Say any, anything at all |
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Make a move |
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Make a move |
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For every one thing we're ignorant of |
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A thousand more things beat the maze, yeah |
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You saw the apple hanging on the tree |
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But missed the orchard in your gaze, ohhh |
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Say something |
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Make us proud |
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Cast the first stone |
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Say any, anything at all |
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Make a move |
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(Hands on the eyes are the engines of demise) |
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Make a move |
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I'm cautious of who I will call a friend |
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Who you acquaint is who you are |
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The darkest hours are when we choose a side |
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So make your pick and take the fall |
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Say something |
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Say anything at all |
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Make a move |
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(Hands on the eyes are the engines of demise) |
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Make a move |
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(Hands on the eyes are the engines of demise) |
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Make a move |
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(Hands on the eyes are the engines of demise) |
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Make a move |
