| Farewell, this blackened eye
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| She learned your lessons falling down
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| Far behind and tracing footsteps home
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| Despite your lack of pride
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| She wore your imperfections well, dignified
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| Spend your time alone, trace your footsteps home
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| Your hands are always reaching out of favour
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| Your kind are only good for bad behaviour
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| Your mouth was never one to trust, you’re always speaking out
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| Falling far behind, falling out of line
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| Farewell, this bitter tongue
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| She spoke your lessons falling down, talking out
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| And breaking silence
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| Despite the harm you’ve done
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| She swallowed your rejection well, amplified
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| Sing your song alone, trace your footsteps home
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| Your hands are always reaching out of favour
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| Your kind are only good for bad behaviour
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| Your mouth was never one to trust, you’re always speaking out
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| Falling far behind, follow…
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| Spend your time, falling down
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| Speaking out, falling far behind
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| Your time, running out
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| Talking down, falling out of line
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| Your hands are always reaching out of favour
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| Your kind are only good for bad behaviour
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| Your mouth was never one to trust, you’re always speaking out
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| Falling far behind, falling out of line |