| Push came to shove
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| The allegiant trust we built took center stage
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| Needed a lifeline
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| But you watched me as my body slipped beneath the waves
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| There’s a special place in hell for the disloyal
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| Who cut and run when needed most
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| So much invested
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| I thought you had my back as I had yours
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| Now that it’s tested
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| Your loyalty is just a bunch of empty words
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| There’s a special place in hell for the disloyal
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| Who cut and run when needed most
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| Stab the flesh, still it will heal
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| Time repairs even a broken body
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| Your betrayal cuts much deeper
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| Cast your silver in the field
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| And measure out your noose
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| We lash our craft to those of others
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| And place our faith in the rising tide
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| But in the storm you were revealed
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| Your humanity’s a lie
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| Less out of malice
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| And more just a sin of your omission
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| Your moral cowardice
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| Exposes you and all your insecurities
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| There’s a special place in hell for the disloyal
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| Who cut and run when needed most
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| Stab the flesh, still it will heal
|
| Time repairs even a broken body
|
| Your betrayal cuts much deeper
|
| Cast your silver in the field
|
| And measure out your noose
|
| Stab the flesh, still it will heal
|
| Time repairs even a broken body
|
| Your betrayal cuts much deeper
|
| Cast your silver in the field
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| And measure out…
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| And measure out…
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| And measure out…
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| And measure out your noose |