| Come find me, I will be disappointing.
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| You’re fading, so what am I doing here?
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| I know you say that I can’t be trusted.
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| I need your faith, I’ve grown maladjusted.
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| Don’t quit just yet, I’ll be lost forever,
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| You are my saving grace.
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| Come save me, won’t you come save me?
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| You won’t find me where you left me.
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| No, you won’t ever find me.
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| I’ll be hidden somewhere seeking.
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| Quick climbing digits,
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| Quicker quick climbing distance.
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| Prosthetic honesty has never been tied so close to me.
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| I know you say that I can’t be trusted.
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| I need your faith, I’ve grown maladjusted.
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| Don’t quit just yet, I’ll be lost forever,
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| You are my saving grace.
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| Come save me, won’t you come save me?
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| The future is bleak, dark like her.
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| A travesty of what we were.
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| Murmurs deep, for the audience.
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| If I could only hear them,
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| Well maybe they would shake hands with my conscience.
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| I know you say that I can’t be trusted.
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| I need your faith, I’ve grown maladjusted.
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| Don’t quit just yet, I’ll be lost forever,
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| You are my saving grace. |