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So long my fallen friends and foes
a final fight dropped to the floor
in thousand pieces, pushed and pulled
a paradox, with a plan for the poor

A ten year old stands tall and talks
and tries his best to tell us his tale
of shadows, hurt and spiteful sins
and summers spent hiding his trail

Open yourself to him
one more time, one last time (on your own, on your own)
this time you'll go for it
stop it all, end it all

In spite of searching for your soul
a final fight dropped to the floor
in thousand pieces, waiting
for anything to pull you apart

But you never made your move
petrified, paralyzed, poisoned by fear
and praying for help

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