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Taking on seven years that holy ghost had left alone
Test my arms, kick like crazy
And I've been trying way to long
only push the way off to fight you
now I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not sure
Getting off my chest
the story ends
I would find a way without you
That mistake was gold
I know that without you
its something that I could never do
that was why staple the eyes and
seven dates for me to sell machines
and tear on
seven years you assured me
that I'd be fine if I complied
only push the way off to fight you
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm not sure
getting off my chest the story now ends
I would find a way without you

Dont treat me I'm to blame
Dont treat me like I ever accused you