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Deepset and longlashed you ask me for a hand, knowing that I'm helping you sink. You ask me what I think, and you know that I'll lie. It's all wrong. It's all going wrong. So deepset and longlashed you ask me for a hand, knowing I am helping you sink. You ask me what I think, and you know that I'll lie. But it's four in the morning, and no fair warning was fair enough for a boy who held out his hand. And it's four in the morning, and no fair warning was fair enough for a boy like me From Letras Mania