| Let this be our last goodbye
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| No need to wonder why
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| Never had the time to try
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| But don’t blame me
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| Don’t let me down so slow
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| Damage done now you can go
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| But a few things that you should know before you leave
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| Don’t you never think of me as one among the rest
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| I’ve got little else left to defend
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| Surely you’ve seen better but for you I did my best
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| But you’ll go, I’ll stay, I’ll begin again
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| Just as you had planned
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| 'Cause I’ve known lonesome things you can’t come back from
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| I hope I never see your face again
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| In the streets of Old Watez
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| The daughters of Anun Cortez
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| Break their bodies for their bread
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| The strangest pain
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| And dress themselves by candlelight
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| In lips of red and robes of white
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| Step out to pulverize the night
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| Can you complain?
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| And all the faithless loyalties that decorate your chest
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| Will they bring you comfort in the end?
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| Surely you’ve seen better
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| But for you I did my best
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| Sometimes nighttime brings you back again
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| That curse, that western wind
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| Cause I’ve known lonesome things you can’t come back from
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| And I knew we’d be strangers in the end |