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4:21curse our arms pretentious hands wrapped to fight their proudest range cannot extend towards the dark facing all odds we’ll miss our jabs although the evidence is right upon our faces we're trusting our defense crave for quietness crave for safer space even if everything we need is subject to fade away we hide our pain hold back our tears and wait for better days in vain although the evidence is right upon our faces we trusting our defense crave for quietness crave for safer space even if everything we need is subject to fade away we lick our sores dry our tears and wait for better days in vain