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I came to you, My conscience clean,Blood on my knees.The moral of the story Is don't walk away again.I called you out,To see my bow,Our final scene.The moral of the storyIs don't look away again,To find a better conversation.I saw you there,Your friends aware,Without a care.The moral of the storyIs don't lie to me againTo find a better conversation,So I can be your consolation prizeI ran awayTo stand my ground,SongtexteLook what I found.The moral of the storyIs don't walk away again,To find a better conversation,So I can be your consolation prize.To find a better conversation,No, I'll never be your consolation prize. Aus Songtexte Mania