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It's been a long time running
And though I hold it dear to grease these gears on hopes and fears is more respect than rust deserves If I said, "Pack your bags the train leaves tonight"
Would you pack your bags and dry your eyes? They wouldn't waste a silver bullet on a dog my size
I understand if you don't wanna see my face again
I'm well aware of the regret I can't wash off my skin
Paint my face black and red. These are the colors of our brothers left for dead.
And like the last days of Pompeii
We'll watch this city burn in the face of what little I had managed to accomplish in my state. When I said "I'll take what rest my eyes retain."
And in a moment of sleep when I was jarred awake
I was awoken by the rain on the window pane
Troy! (As in 'the fall off...')
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