There is a strange familiarity here
Safely hidden behind your sneers
Never having to show my face
Having believed I’d fallen from any grace:
Unworthy, weak, a disgrace
The time has come
No more excuses
I can no longer blame it on your abuses
There is a strange familiarity here
Safely hidden behind your sneers
Never having to show my face
Having believed I’d fallen from any grace:
Unworthy, weak, a disgrace
The time has come
No more excuses
I can no longer blame it on your abuses
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