| Justify, a means to an ending only just beginning
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| To legitimize the conflict that’s rendering the interaction
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| So useless futility defined, watching you wait for the stars to align
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| So clueless, so simple it should be a crime
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| And I can’t bring myself to save you this time
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| Keep me in your sights, possessed by the spite, woeful irrelevance
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| So quick to ignite, impulse to indict, defense for incompetence
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| For what it’s worth, it was over before it began
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| Blind in your search, no one to guide your hand
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| For what it’s worth, you crossed a line in the sand
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| Cut off, locked out, as it fell right through your hands
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| Victimize, cast off, forgotten daughter, play the martyr
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| So they sympathize with your condition and your position
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| It’s strategic how your misfortune became so fortunate
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| Oh, it must be torture keeping up with it
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| Consider me disengaged and find a better character for your stage
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| Only ever more, still keeping the score, is there enough for you
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| Keep one thing for sure, stay pure saboteur, it’s simply what you do
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| For what it’s worth, it was over before it began
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| Blind in your search, no one to guide your hand
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| For what it’s worth, you crossed a line in the sand
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| Cut off, locked out, as it fell right through your hands
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| Erase this, replace this with something you have hope in
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| Severe all ties that bind, the circle will be broken
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| Keep me in your sights, possessed by the spite, woeful irrelevance
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| So quick to ignite, impulse to indict, defense for incompetence
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| For what it’s worth, it was over before it began
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| Blind in your search, no one to guide your hand
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| For what it’s worth, you crossed a line in the sand
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| Cut off, locked out, as it fell right through your hands |