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Whoa Treacherous times are just ahead Whoa Hold still or you'll break the thread Whoa That's holding up the fallen forces Whoa Finally knocked down from their high horses Perfect things don't need us But that's okay We never much cared for the likes of them anyway Hold us at our weakest points Watch us break because we fall apart and the pieces slip away Cannot see I can't fight Whoa Not long before you've gone Whoa Don't be gone that long Whoa Everything is wrong Whoa No hope of moving on From Letras Mania