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By the time you hear this, it will be too late By the time you hear this, I'll be far away Moving out at the break of dawn Moving out past the Guns and Pawn All of those times that I missed you But you weren't missing me You called it self-improvement, but I had other words Half-asleep and brainwashed like shaking off a curse You at night by the bonfire blaze Dancing there in the moonbeam rays All of the times that I warned you, but you ignored my pleas You were warned with my pleas Like a scold were the pleas You were warned Haircuts in the mirror now ATMs for a twenty-dollar bill Knife a pan, an empty can Hallway bulbs and peepholes covered up By the time you read this, it will be too late By the time you read this, I'll be in another state Singing out the dials spinning round Singing out with cicadas now All of the times that I warned you, but you ignored my pleas You were warned with my pleas Like a scold with my pleas You were warned From Letras Mania