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Текст песни The Last Song

Poisoned, infected with ideas
Altered underneath your skin
Sensitive and uptight all the time
Hide those thoughts, behind those eyes
The last song that you sing
Will never come to
The last song that youll sing
An end to it all.
Fed up, lost in different sounds
Misplaced inhaled memories
Structure so tall has fallen down

Forget fault lines, capture and come to
Realize