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What weight is this Laid down on top of me What way is this Labored by another name Oh they don't care The winter is on by the spring Please don't offer me a chair, man Put the gloves away, it's bare hands Choose along the way, to wastelands Me, alone guarding the baby No way we'll win Played like Monopoly So obstinent Late for apology No great escape Single teardrops from your face Please don't operate on stillness Put those arms away, we're stalemate Whose alarm we ring, not helping You, no future for a baby From Letras Mania