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I'm sick of shaking hands
I'm feeling how to end
I can't count the ways
That we've become untethered
But I can limp right back
I'll put things back together
If you're gone, it's alright
The rose is on the vine
And I was made to march on
'Til the end
I'd blow away your tears
And suffer for your pleasure
Been tossed around before
And lost just like a feather
So I will limp right back
I'll put things back together
If you're gone, it's alright
The rose is on the vine
And I was made to march on
'Til the end
Through sickness and in health
The friends I know so well
Playin' blame
Needs to satisfy
Through sickness and in health
The friends I know so well
Playin' blame
Needs to satisfy
I'm sick of shaking hands
I'm feeling how to weather
I can't count the ways
That we've become untethered
But I can limp right back
I'll put things back together
If you're gone, it's alright
The rose is on the vine
And I was made to march on
'Til the end
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