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Screws Fall Out

Seems like things are at an end
No more transmissions to send
I have one more plea
To your lock I have the key

My wounded heart has grown so cold
From their vice-like grip and hold

Deception things improve
Maybe I should pack and move

My fruitless hunt has worn me down
No more friends inside this town

I can't do this anymore
Seems like fate has shut the door
I can't do this anymore
Screws fall out I know what for

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