The Parikoff Policy
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To many times I’ve been burnt, I almost feel incinerated.
But it’s still hard to break the pattern
Here standing upright. I’ll break the posture.
Set my heart free. Renew my fear of life.
This is the last time we part, I’ll let you bid farewell.
This final hour.
I can’t feel, I can’t see, I can’t hear your heartbeat.
And I feel, I feel released.
I can’t break the pattern, you can’t let go.
I feel as if, as if I’m dead inside.
This is the last time we part, I’ll let you bid farewell.
This final hour.
The final time we said goodbye, I will not cry.
This is the last time we part, I’ll let you bid farewell.
This final hour.
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