You ask for so much and give so little
I feel like I'm caught, just one in the middle
You're still afraid of what I can see here
My need for another turns into amnesia
A ghost walking past, a caution to settle
A reason to see, without seeing a medal
That ring on you finger still lasts a while longer
While we find ourselves broken asunder
You ask for so much and give so little
I feel like I'm caught, just one in the middle
You're still afraid of what I can see here
My need for another turns into amnesia
A ghost walking past, a caution to settle
A reason to see, without seeing a medal
That ring on you finger still lasts a while longer
While we find ourselves broken asunder
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