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Your product of creation
The apple of your eye
Can't understand why you're feeling young at heart
When you were making them believers
In everything you say
You had to know you were gonna grow apart

I'm tired
But I'm gonna be just fine
The pains in my legs say
Time to make some more mistakes
But that's gonna be alright

The poison in your lipstick
The taste of copper in my mouth
The feeling that I've wasted all my time
When you're clouding up my mirrors
Clouding up my glasses
You're clouding up my mind
When you say
I'm not long for this world

I'm tired
But I'm gonna be just fine
The pains in my legs say
Time to make some more mistakes
But that's gonna be alright
Say that's gonna be alright

I'm not long for this world