I cannot let my plans fall through, And I'm a little worried about it all. There's no boundries to what you could be capable of, Is there anything else left to go wrong? Is there anything else left to go wrong?
Cause they won't help you. Cause they're unwanted.
Not even a chance to slap. Leave the brave or bar, it's meant nothing to anyone. So I cross my fingers and I was replaced, I was bought for a price and then... When you're who we are, We mean nothing to anyone.
As they won't help you. As they're unwanted.
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