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It was a reasonable take But in the time that it took To find a beat in the break The needle combing through the grooves of your mind had already stuck in So you turn to a friend You asked them what they had left They stuck their hand down the back of their pants and said I think the conversation might be reaching an end I said we can't have that For my brother Sister or Witcher or what we prefer you call her There's no judgement we're understanding Standing round hand in hand Watching the world burn I saw the narrative peak Though it was not an event As we agreed that everything was so bleak That giving your two pence on anything it wasn't worth a fucking thing So we become friends Though I do not know your name And come the morning following the night that everything changed I was ashamed to recognise that everything was still the same I said we can't have that For my brother Sister or Witcher or what we prefer you call her There's no judgement we're understanding Standing round hand in hand Watching the world burn From Letras Mania