Perfection was never on the horizon or the agenda for that matter
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I'll learn to appreciate these moments, even if they have to be spoon-fed
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Why is it all so wonderfully hysterical these days
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Even the jaded, have unmistakable grins
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You wanted something different and I know I'm not a part of that
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This blood is separate and I respect that
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I will not leave my men, even if they fall
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Respect the enemy, though they can be so cruel
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You've got your precious home; I've got your crumple zone
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You've got your bible; I've got survival
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You turned your back on me, your cuts are seemless
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This prisoner's been set free won't hear from me again
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Cautious grins are interpreted in many ways
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Reserving trust alike dust upon old photographs
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You criticise but you don't even know my name
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You love to hate, when to me it's just a big fucking game
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I will swallow this moment of emptiness as I know my time will come
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With my fist clenched and tight as my teeth
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I try to say something nice to you but I can't
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You wanted something different and I know I'm not a part of that
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This blood is separate and I respect that
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I will not leave my men, even if they fall
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Respect the enemy, though they can be so cruel
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You've got your precious home; I've got your crumple zone
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You've got your bible; I've got survival
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You turned your back on me, your cuts are seemless
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This prisoner's been set free won't hear from me again
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You Won't Hear From Me Again
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