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And do you know
how to save a life? And stem the flow of what he can't show? For you did it for me when I couldn't see the Devil approaching fast. You scooped me up, bundled my past, all neat and wrapped with a bow. This show, this stage, where I've slurred and staggered from phase to phase. You ran on and stayed. You, the bravest of the brave, who'd stare at yourself and help. I spat and bit and threatened to hit. You let it slide. Your grin so wide. You'll never let me down. For you I'd give it all, bleed dry, kneel down, jump in, But all I ask is you do it for him.
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