Written, arranged, performed and produced by Jim Hitchins
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Only I couldn't fight this finish 'cause I'm verbally intent on desecrating thought, I never shyed from a desperate feeling and I never said I didn't like to fight. All I needed was a seperate institution, nothing more than you'd rely on the simple things and, if you try never mind that you're innocent, it only stings when you let it on by.
Take your time, you ain't right, you don't got to be. A little too familiar never made it colorless and now you wanna try, wanna space your syllables with patronizing synonyms that shine like misreable. All I'm saying is the games you're playing, they require my difference, but you just don't get it. I'm alive, if you mind, I am wise to your kindness. It'll only make it worse if you let it on by.
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