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So set them up and watch them call
Ignore the call
So put it in and cut your rounds
You're back around
With apathy and all your strength
You flex your length
And in the end there's nothing left
There's nothing left
Did you learn to covet
Did you learn your hatred well
Did you learn deception
You say there must be something more
You can't move home
There's nothing left
The colors run and bleed to grey
It's always grey
So put your back against the wind and focus in
Remember when you wanted life
You held the knife
I'm not afraid to set it straight
It's too late
There must be something more
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