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Patience getting thin and my senses are failing
Could you at least pretend
It's alright
You can't kid a kidder
Push in
Not faking it tonight
Tied up and tainted
You said we could've made it
But every word you said was just a lie
So take me by the hand
Say something I can stand
It's better to burn out than be a man
So take your last chance
Pretend you didn't fuck it up
I'll try to cover your tracks if I can
Laughed in our faces
Hideous places
Sick of the night drives
Birthing the night sky
So take this last chance
Pretend you didn't fuck it up
I'll try to cover your tracks if I can
Off to the races
It's such a shame you've missed your mark
I find my comfort in how far that you fall
This is an ode to the masochists
Whoa
This is an ode to the masochists
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