It's so hard brushing the dust off of all you left of me
Inside my skull, burning the flag of our land in effegy
And I will not bend or fight back, 'cause you're like Goliath
After all rearranged plans, you're my Goliath after all
Be what you want, yeah
The melody's twisted, absorbed on your fingers
Well, I digress, maybe it's my fault, least that's what you'd say
You'd click your heels
Distracting my thoughts just to rip them away
My mouth runs dry, and you could smirk for days
And put it on a stamp
Just imagine all the damn applause
I don't have time for someone who won't make time for me
I don't have time for someone who won't make time for me
I don't have a chance with someone
Who won't take a chance on me
And that's where every last chip falls
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