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Closure
Dealt with me, the world you see is not a world with easy eyes
I know this probably wastes your time.
Your dogged days, mistrusted ways, cannot make life an easy scene.
I know you turned and changed your mind...
You dont recieve the words you seethe,
inside your one-track, twisted mind.
One last act of desperation, one last tantrum of your kind.
One last copped out copulation.
And Closure stands the hands of time.
33 miles on my feet, take two degrees of seperate heat.
You'll agree this way is right.
Memories of T.V. screens, backdropping, Daddy just might see...
and lonely days turn into nights.
You dont recieve the words you seethe,
inside your one-track, twisted mind.
One last act of desperation, one last tantrum of your kind.
One last copped out copulation.
And Closure stands the hands of time.
You don't believe the words you seethe,
inside your one-track, fucked- up mind.
One last act of desperation, one last tantrum of your kind.
One last copped out copulation.
And Closure stands the hands of time.
-Music - J.Woods, B. Pysz
- words - S. Barto
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