Text: Funeral For A Friend. Between Order And Models. Juno.

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Tied to the testing of wills, and my heart breaks and spills
Left to the sight of the sky, in your arms I'm defined
Thrown to the wolves in the minds of your enemies
And I'm stone in the eyes of your foolishness

If this is what I'm meant for , no longer interesting
Fall forward just to even the score
Just a thought to you

And I'm nothing more than a line in your book