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I have gone from four to one in the past seven monthsAnd I can't afford to lose anymoreBut I will keep you company until you go to sleepBecause you've been everything good to meFather, tell us all where you found herSince the day the pattern formed in DecemberThe math doesn't add up or match with the languageOf books that I've read or things that you saidI'll leave this with the darker night I carried you insideAnd I know that it will find me in timeYou were too small I should have known not to leave you aloneThe morning it told me You take what you can get and you die with itFather, tell us all where you found herSince the day the pattern formed in DecemberFather, tell us all where you found herSince the day the pattern formed in December From Letras Mania