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You had a better look than I, you caught it from the top of my world
How could they know this?
You're cut wide open, you spill all over the floor
cut wide open, you're pulling from the ropes
and running from the ones you know
Pray to the pessimist
They told you not forever
They told you not today
save me, till its all you can take
you promised me broadway
but you sold me cabaret
spit it out for better taste
I don't care if you're ready or not, the sentiment tears my hold
you come right up and you tear me open
I spill all over the floor