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Somebody already wrote the book on defeat
So far be it from me to think I'm reinventing anything.
If life's a list of mistakes and all the ends
I can't make meet then read them to me
You are something next to nothing
And I'll hold you like a lock set holds a key
And we can watch the cracks splinter away
Like it's summer in the sun and winter in the shade
And I'll be here and I promise I will stay always
So how on earth did we find ourselves in so deep?
There's no semblance of sense
In how we keep the pieces moving free,
But for once and for all, or for
Now and for you that's alright with me
Because you're my wit's end. You're my last stand
Of all the words scarce
At my command, you're my wit's end
You're my last stand and in your
Way you love me all you can
