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Done pretending that you're mending
and so sensing defeat...

No more guessing, done supressing
your instinct to retreat...

So keep your head down, eyes on the
foreground and leave it up to me...
Keep your mouth shut, I make my
own luck, so let me set you free.

Sky starts falling, you start crawling
and beg for swift relief...

It seems you're not as strong as you've
let on, or as others would believe...

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