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There couldn't be any new changes to this
Without you asking me a new return

Nor am I not innocent enough of a misgiving
To not be put into any form of blame

Am i about to fill your need for negligence
Or haven't I said enough truth for me to not

Haven't you known any one form of a truth
That has in no way been applicable to us to date

Haven't you the conscience I need to see
To say there's no one thing I think will stay

True, there's no one way of saying this to me
Without dismissing all the rest away

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