I know it's small but my last call's been called
half an hour ago
I know it's late but do you think you could at least
fix it for me
Then I'll go I'll go alone I swear
I won't tell a soul
I'll drink this beer and write in fear
of a song everybody hates
Armageddon, let the light in
Before we say goodbye give us something to believe in
Armageddon, we're not begging
For too much I don't think
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