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go go go go go go go go go
i'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired.
i love all the voicemails and i miss the protective messages.
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

two men standing neck to neck in a dark hall way
with broken fists they fight for their freedom
tricked into believing an enemy hides behind those sunken eyes
their obsession with pain blinds them
doorways open and close behind, constantly alive with opportunities
they are at fault for fighting to the death
and we are to blame for never stopping them