a mission sits on a lonely hill
i'm waiting there and i'm waiting still
for someone to come and take me far away
there's a graveyard there they just forgot
and in its place a parking lot
with people painted over, what a shame
who's to blame for all of our broken hearts?
there broken before love even starts
i read when people die they don't really care
they just stand smiling in the open air
and hey whats wrong with you?
hey what do you do?
does fashion design make you lonely too?
a mission sits on a lonely hill
its standing there and it always will
but i can't stand your problems anymore
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