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May 24, 2006 17:26

You left a note at the top of my stairs
And your words burn like the fire in his eyes

And every time he looks at you
I bet you wish it was me
But I wouldn’t take you back
if you cried out to me on your knees

on your knees
that’s where you take your place
I hope his voice can mend your wounds
Cause to me your fake.

And I saw this coming
Your words led me here to wait for you
And I’m waiting still but not to flirt around this.

On your knees
That’s where you take your place
Salvation can’t save your broken words.
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