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I watched you pull on a chain
I watched you play me for a fool The
knife in my back
has left a stain
I think it could just be a clue
that
Maybe there is nothing left
It was too late when I found out
the truth
When all of those things spilled out of you
Should I read
the writing on the wall?
Anything to wipe the smile off of you, well
Maybe there is nothing left
Last stop for this train in vain
As I
watch you drive it off the tracks
I wanna be the last to jump from
the clear
If I close my eyes, it still looks good from here… but
Maybe there is nothing left
Lyrics © 2002 Upside Down Left Handed Music (BMI)