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By now you should find your mouth
By now you should call me
We can work it out
I fallow it until the end of concession"A falling out" I heard from themthere's no discretion
I'm burning out on this
By now you should be in a better placeand thinking for your self
It's not your axe to grindand this is my latest confession
I hope you hear about it
Victims I know the saints come to calland bring you obsessionto save you from your fall
Victim I know it wont be long'till one worth possessingis one you'll never reach
Swallow it until the endof our concession
I'm sure I'll hear from youthrough them
There's no discretion
I'm burning out on thisand this is my latest confession
I doubt you'll hear about it
It's only indecisionthis is your latest condition
I hope you hear about it soon
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