Let the army hide from the bells of pain.
The plan went sour,
But you can't go meet the maker.
I'm going to the grave.
Don't bother waiting,
Since I'm never coming back again.
My heart's sinking into the ocean,
Of course, the ship's going down.
Broken toys don't play again,
Besides, I can't feel someone who isn't real.
So, now it doesn't hurt to let you go.
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