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Eleventh Hour
It's like surgery
You were my left arm to me
Where is the glory?
In unnecessary physical amputee?
You don't have the decency
To express the obvious orally.
The distress, it's an injustice
What you've done to me,God
Woe-Is-Me
I'm an incredible sob story
Be a little boy
And take off like the road runner
Actually it's true to
State you fucked me over
More accurately, you smacked into me
Like a hit and run
Left for dead, in a Ghost Town
Pleading heard by absolutely no one.
