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Comfort For Change Stories That Didn T Hit The Page

no stopping her As she tries to escape [Chorus:] I've got this feeling... (of suicide) I feel you leaving... (I'm left behind) Who takes the blame For

you done? Faceless and unloved Bless those arms made out of clay This time I won't play Get up to the sound of broken seams I can't conceive that this

pain, No use sitting silent Lies, loss, arrogance, gain, Slit outside his throat Deception from the ones he thought he knew best Unaware that he now

Chorus:] Vacant as we stand, it's alright... To pack all my bags tonight This is all I have, it's alright... Comfort for change gets me by My senses