I tell my love to wreck it all, cut out all the ropes and let me fall. Right in the moment this order’s tall. I told you to be patient. I told you to be fine. I told you to be balanced. I told you to be kind. In the morning I’ll be with you, but it will be a different kind. I’ll be holding all the tickets and you’ll be owning all the fines. Now all your love is wasted, then who the hell was I? Cause now I’m breaking at the britches and at the end of all your lines. Who will love you? Who will fight? And who will fall, far behind?
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