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Why did you come away from this Spiritual debate We're headed to the end All the machines that fill my head The sky is turning black, the light stops coming in Well I bide my time until the sun comes up And erase my mind from every piece of doubt But I won't be good 'til you're back around 'Cause even the good die young when they have to go without And they go without Human replacements stressed me out Clinical remains living here and out Look in the mirror for myself What is it I see? Can the future let me in? Well I bide my time until the sun comes up And erase my mind from every piece of doubt But I won't be good 'til you're back around 'Cause even the good die young when they have to go without And they go without Even the good die young Even the good die young From Letras Mania