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In a flick of the wrist you will not find the sharp blade that is your mind and you're the one who's wearing the end is nigh your heart it speeds through the bests of times and we're breaking it now and you dont really want to know you have belived one time and now you want more of what you presive as life is no more than a chore never a safe for a right place for ever getting old we need some room for the wings that we have grown you're not really listening to me you're not really listening to me you're not really listening to me you're not really listening you have belived one time and now you want more of what you presive as life is no more than a chore you dont have what you wont have you dont have what you dont need you dont have what you wont have you dont need you dont need need, yeah you have belived one time and now you want more of what you presive as life is no more than a chore a chore a chore