The battle has disappeared and the bell has rung three times my friend
We have been left standing behind enemy lines, weaponless
And the more I try to hold on, the more I picture my wrist breaking
We can not speak to each other with empty words
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If you would'nt mind, I would like to bleed
If you would'nt mind, I would like to weave
But if you did'nt care, I would like to say
I like the way things look today and that frown on your face
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The origin to my creation is a mystery to me
I fear they have committed a mistake for me
I break their hearts in hope they had for me
The original plans were not born of me
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