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THOSE MOCKINGBIRDS lyrics : "Poor Excuse"

All your toys do is own you
And hold you back from the whole truth
On your way to a graveyard

Could you put them away?


You'll be just like the other ones
And leave me just like the other ones
I feel so rotten in me

Leave me just like the other ones
Poor excuse for a broken heart

Would you regret yourself more
If you knew what you were used for?
I escaped with a few scars

That decorate my face


When your life don't follow the plan
And you have nothing like a map
To get to where you may already be going

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