Pass this on as my epilogue
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Heartless, selfish, alone they'll fall
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Light the match, breathe in deep, I cried
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Lock the doors, let them burn inside
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Cut off your hands there's no escaping
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Try to get up to sever the craving
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Redrawn, appease this con
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And recess back to what you've become
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The end is nigh, fading into night
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Vengeance, consequence, left entwined
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Abhor the hopeless, apprise this crime
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Soon everything will be alright
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Cut off your hands there's no escaping
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Try to get up to sever the craving
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Redrawn, appease this con
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And recess back to what you've become
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You think I've had enough, but I'm not giving up
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You think I've had enough
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You think I've had enough, but I'm not giving up
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You think I've had enough
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And I say
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Cut off your hands there's no escaping
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Try to get up to sever the craving
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Redrawn, appease this con
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And recess back to what you've become
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Cut off your hands there's no escaping
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Try to get up to sever the craving
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Cut Off Your Hands
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| Fit For Rivals |
