Who knew that you would fall away
I think of you as highly gorgeous
It's easy when you call to me
I don't know what I'm told
I wanted them to get in the way
Two things back and forth
And disintegrate
So why do you ask me
When will you go? Nothing's permanent, I thought you know
Why do you ask me
When will you go? Nothing's permanent, I thought you know
I'll take you where you hold your fears
I'll show you what you know, but can't see
I keep you where I know you'll be
I'll show you what it means to be
Discarded and put to the side
Like things back and forth
And can't integrate
So why do you ask me
When will you go? Nothing's permanent, I thought you know
Why do you ask me
When will you go? Nothing's permanent, I thought you know
Is this your last call to me?
Is this your last call to me?
Is this your last call to me?
Is this your last call to me?
I hope it is
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