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i’d hate to be there when you drop the guard

outside you’re so soft, but the insides are so hard

set the bullet, speaking no-one

there’s a word they’d never hear

i’d hate to leave you, with your panic

but there must come a time for fear



don’t leave me here without anything

or anyone to call my own

you’ll burn yourself if you tried

to get past the surface of these lies

these alibis

you serve a witness

for a crime i’m soon to regret

set the bullet in the stone

i can think for my own

but nothing will come