And when you loose control
you'll reap the harvest you have sown
you'll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows
the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it's too late to lose the weight
you used to need to throw around
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone
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