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Still stepping over me
Little, he needs
(didnt he? how hadnt he? )
Little, you may need

And you know how sometimes
When your face gives right in to him
Youve chosen your life for your man, yea
And look at your goals
Standing at his feet
(didnt he? how hadnt he? )
Sometimes he flailed

But youre glad he cares
But youre glad he

And you died sometimes
When your face gives right in to him
Youve chosen your life for your man, yea
For him? for yourself?
Futile, in love
(didnt he? how hadnt he? )
Futile is this fever

And you died
Did I see dark lines?
So, what have you got now?
Futile, in love
(didnt he? how hadnt he? )
Futile is this fever

The spirit of life fires me now (x3)
The spirit of life fires me