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I'm not good enough you see
But your the patron saint of misery
Close the maiden
Take the lead
With smoking ire
Stay or leave
There is no vindication
You are not Good enough for me
Break your sightless eye
Ride pale horse to your side
Kill your overwhelming sensitivity
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And while the pieces fall away
And the world is crashing down
We can fear the things unknown
And keep our head deep in the ground
Make my peace With grace and hate
And think about you are around
And think about you not around
And think about you not around
And how to get away
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I'm not good with words you see
Thinking of all the things I should of said
After the fact
Oh oh oh
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There is no vindication
You are not Good enough for me
There is no salutation just a kick a shove a kiss
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I think about you not around
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