tell me what you wanted to hear. let me do the right thing, let me do the wrong thing. and if it's ever this clear: i will only say it once. just let me turn the amps way up, so you can hear no-thing.
and if i die tonight then i guess i die tonight. let me go on; just say what you wanted to say. i cannot stand these talks dear, they only get us nowhere. it's never resolved - we only run-a-round.
"it seems my ship still stands no matter what you drop, and there ain't a whole lot that you can do."
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