Misplaced
Given chances you won't take
Shy away from the heart ache
Just a means to an end
Your quick fix
In the ring of the conflict
With nothing to work with
And nothing in mind
And then
We'll rise
With fire in our eyes
And take you by surprise
Make up, decieve
a voice to recieve
A light that never leaves
Slow right down
Lost love
With little to speak of
These feelings of bad blood
Must go quickly away
Your loose ends
Realising your true friends
In a war that no one wins
Let the sleeping dogs lie
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