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Cross out, this is the old scene
Drop dead, last words i hear you breathe
Alone, theres more room to scream
Found out, the side you hid from me
But we hold on hope for a chance, for old heroes hometown grace,
And we sit, block out, breathe and pray, that you'll never show ur face.
Sit down, you've had your turn to speak
You were, the flavour of the week
For now, i can break free
No more, my hearts not yours to keep
You cant, speak, with no, tongue
