I've given up more than I care to share but it's not secrecy in this field you gotta be real and harsh Because covering up the wound with dirty bandages is So unclean but yet I see you brethren and sister and yet it seems just so simple to conform my question to you is "When will you stop being hopeless and move on?"
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HopelessI've given up more than I care to share but it's not secrecy in this field you gotta be real and harsh Because covering up the wound with dirty bandages is So unclean but yet I see you brethren and sister and yet it seems just so simple to conform my question to you is "When will you stop being hopeless and move on?" |
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