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Going, going but not gone

I think it’s finally my time

I’m fading to the back of the line

there’s not much left inside my mind

just sit still and watch me go

 

As far as I can’t think 

I’m damaged, my kinks

try to fix them, I won’t stop you

do what you want, I’m lost without you

 

I thought you’d make me feel better

now I ache and it’s not the weather 

you said that feeling was beneficia...

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