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So the time has come You know I’d never run even if you’d let me Oh, my hands go numb What must I become so you won’t forget me? You’ll find me in the fashion weekly on the precipice of hanging glossy like a vogue fresco I want to know: Am I crazy? Oh, if I let it go, will it only matter to me? Oh, yeah, every time I’ll throw my final dime in the well that made me So, with note and rhyme I’ll defend my decline Just maybe You’ll find me in the fashion weekly on the precipice of hanging glossy like a vogue fresco I want to know: Am I crazy? Oh, if I let it go, will it only matter to me? Damned. Yeah, I’m cursed ‘cause the need’s getting worse And I don’t care who it hurts. I just can’t let go I want to know: Am I crazy? Oh, if I let it go, will it only matter to me?