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Taken from the last words that you spoke
Taken from the first song that you wrote
Did you do this on purpose
You’re making me nervous
Even-though I know we never met
I rolled you the perfect cigarette
Now I’m just a history minor
Feeding off your moral fibre
You know thee absentee I thought you were
I keep the last leaf left and wait for your return
Now I’ve seen the snake eat it’s own head
Now I see the future innocent
Did you do this on purpose
You’re making me nervous
Taken by the hand to find the cure
Taken through an empty corridor
And I’ve been taking whatever
And I can’t take it anymore
You know thee absentee I thought you were
I keep the last leaf left and wait for your return
Tell my reflection
It’s your turn...
Taken from the last words that you spoke
Taken from the first song that you wrote
Taken from the last words that you spoke
Taken from the first song that you wrote
