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is this what you require of me?to compliment you on every miniscule thing that you do?well i won't let it continuebecause i haven't the patienceand quite frankly what you desire of merarely makes senseand you are not the axis around which the earth revolvesand all your dishonesty, what does it really solve?now the trouble ticks over like clocks in my headhow the truth I live stems from the lie i lednow let me try to dispell the rumoursyou thought you knew me so wellbut you could never know just how far the apple felland the blood is on my handsbut the burden was never mine to bearanother accessory to the tragedy that we all shareand you are not the axis around which the earth revolvesand all your dishonesty, what does it really solve?now the trouble ticks over like clocks in my headhow the truth I live stems from the lie i led From Letras Mania