i split your arms wide open,
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with the worst of intent.
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if i could pretend,
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to receive a piece of you,
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i'm leaving clean,
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and giving nothing back to you.
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is this all in vain?
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and maybe our lives can never change.
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this is the only time,
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i'll give you something to believe in.
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so it begins...
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another's taken from us,
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and i know all about the way we were.
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something's missing,
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so tell me why should i keep trying...
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to turn this into something,
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to turn this into something pure?
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i split your arms wide open,
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with the worst of intent...
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if i can pretend there's something missing.
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Plug In The Eliminator
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The Fully Down |