Your eyes are cold, I know you'll tell me all. Not to fall, I lean against the wall. I'm on the floor, not listening anymore. I should have known, the things to which you're prone. (You cross your arms, and tell no lies, a thousand thoughts run through my mind, a thousand words that I don't need, I never thought you could do this.) Your eyes are cold, I know you'll tell me all. Not to fall, I lean against the wall.
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