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The Old Stuff Fall back�
No one�s there to cradle me
Where did they go?
Ran into the closet
To hide
Tried to shadow their lies
Unaware of the omnipotent power
I hurt�
Three simple words
Three times over
Why?
Trick me
Swept away the fingerprints
But not my memory
The pain will never die
The trust will never be the same
Your lies will never cease to exist
