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was there in the backstage when first light came around I grew up like a changeling to wait the first time around I could see all the weakness I could pick all the faults But I concede all the faith tests just a stick in your throat 3 - 1 - G 3 - 1 - G 3 - 1 - G Hung around in your soundtrack to mirror all that you've done To find the right side of reason to kill the three lies for one I could see all the cold facts I could see through your eyes All this don't make no contact no matter how hard I try 3 - 1 - G 3 - 1 - G 3 - 1 - G I could still hear the footsteps I could see only walls Letras de cancionesI say 'hey' for you mad traps hearing no at all I could see contradiction I could give up the fight Just to live in the past tense To make believe you were right 3 - 1 - G 3 - 1 - G 3 - 1 - G 3 - 5 - 0 - 1 - 2 - 5 From Letras Mania