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I could walk away, I could let this fly

go back home and start again -- Fruitless

I have faith in how things seem to start again,

that tale of your one big chance is a lie, told by consumed men.

And I push, and I push to not give in



I don't recall a place that I would call the end

But things are different now I know and that was then.

I could walk away, I've been pushing for so long,

All dried up and sap sucked thin -- Fruitless

And I push, and I push to not give in