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Your contribution left unnoticed some
Association with an image
Yes, credit time for showing up again
Attention wandered, I'm still with it
Gone my sin, too slowly
Can't pass it up
Then I thought, nothing is right
I turned it off
To die unsung would really bring you down
Although red eyes would never suit you
Walk through, no architect for suicide
Die young is far too boring these days
Your will to speak clearly
Exposed too much
Unsung once too often
Would not rub off
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