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As the silence between us begins to grow,
Here's the harvest that we have sewn
Planted in ground where nothing good can grow
I look at you and have no answer
There's no language that I understand
I only know how to lead with a losing hand
Just like it is above so it is down below
I guess I didn't know, I guess I didn't know

Nothing you say should ever matter to me
Cause I can see through your misery
And last night after your robbery
Well you took everything when you got away
Yeah, you got away

Idiot son's always trying to fall
Someone better nail that sucker to the wall
Idiot son and his boat of cheers
He's sailing on down to sea
And it's a sea of misery
The princess, she's eaten all of her own hair
A little bitch in a cycle of despair
And none of her good friends can ever die
None of them can say goodbye
But still she cries and she cries,
“I will lose you, I will forget you,
I will lose you, I will forget you,
I will lose you, I will forget you,
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye”