| Please spare me
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| How long do we have to hear you speak?
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| It’s always the same, your self-centered game
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| It means nothing to this short existence
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| So play your game
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| We’re still here when you realize it’s a waste
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| Lady Magdalene teach me compassion
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| For an imperfect race
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| We’re not gonna sit back as silent victims
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| To their wicked ways
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| Lady Magdalene teach me patience
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| To bite my tongue and not say what I’m moved to say
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| Try not to decimate but merely tolerate
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| Give me the strength it takes to walk away
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| Here we go again. |
| I can see your lips… move
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| But I can hear no words
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| What are you trying to prove?
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| It means nothing to a short existence
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| So play your game and we’ll always be here
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| When you realize it’s a waste
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| I’m walking. |
| Now I’m walking away |