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You say you need a friend, but I came at a dead end It’s unwinding now, where I won’t walk again. I won’t walk again. This I still mention, our friends fall into the sea, This I still mention, get used to your eyes only. This I still mention, blow out to spray your softer feet. As your auction says. Off this fight on to a dream, fiction for reality, Let’s shout it out in pictures, You’re losing grip on everything, everything. This I still mention, our friends fall into the sea, This I still mention, traitors to your eyes. I’ll lay. Still see your quire connection between the past and present. Still see a quire connection Between the person you wanted the best tonight to your scare. Still see a quire connection between your past and present, Still see a quire connection Between the person you wanted the best tonight to your scare. As your own ship sinks. From Letras Mania