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    The blasts rang out in the gallery room
    My job is done here
    Trapped in here with no chance of rescue
    But is the truth really lost forever
    And I gotta write it, hide it, in hopes you'll keep it safe
    My job is done here
    And I gotta write it, hide it, in hopes you'll decipher it
    Well decipher it, decipher it

    Best will come, passion, a plea or a lie
    Shes the machine at the scene of the crime
    I know my time is wasted and almost up
    my my my time is wasted
    (write it, hide it, in hopes you'll decipher it)
    (decipher it, decipher me)

    Take up the shape of the things that you'll hold
    Misplaced, thrown away, was is lost, hid, or sold?

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    So go ahead and pick up the knife
    I'd like to see what your made of
    Go ahead and pick up the knife (ooooh)
    I'dd like to see what you're made of (ooooh)
    Go ahead and pick up the knife (decipher, decipher, decipher, decipher)
    I'd like to see what you're made of (decipher, decipher, decipher)

    I know my time is wasted

    So profess your confession
    Your three hour lie
    She's the machine at the scene of the crime
    You may take up the shape of those things that you hold
    But if this is fiction its no contradiction, sir
    But still a threat to you, I'm sure

    So go ahead and pick up the knife
    I'd like to see what your made of
    Come let me in
    we've been thru all the answers
    we've been thru all the answers
    (I'd like to see what you're made of)
    Come let me in
    we've been thru all the answers
    we've been thru all the answers
    (I'd like to see what you're made of)
    Come let me in
    Have we been thru all the answers?
    Have we been thru all the answers?
    Come let me in
    Have we been thru all the answers?
    Have we been thru all the answers?

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    Composición: Taking Back Sunday

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