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Don't compare the words I say
To the words of his, he'll win anyway
He never fails to get all he wants
I've lost the trail, guide me back
Now look who's won the upper hand
Don't you know he is not the man
It shouldn't come as a surprise
I thought you knew not to look at his eyes
There's a spec you left on my cheek
You take my breath unless I'm following
I'm taking less and less
But, still it will digress so steadily
Mid December the time is here
Stop wishing, stop thinking, stop following
Hopelessness will turn into helpless
Then what is even left to win
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