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Never Knows Best

Speak the words I wanna hear to make my demons run,

the door is locked now but its open if youre true.

If you can understand the "me"

then I can understand the "you"...

 

What I've felt, what I've known,

turn the pages, turn the stone,

behind the door... should I open it for you?

What I've felt, what I've known,

sick and tired I stand alone.

Could you be there 'cause Im the one who waits for you

or are you unforgiven too?

 

 

 

 

 

( This wont hurt, I swear. )

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