Inverse.

I don't know why I wrote this.
And I don't know why I've put it up.
Judge me, if you feel like. We give you a five percent discount on Sundays.

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You be the motive
I’ll be the murder
I’ll be the rain
You be the thunder.

You won’t ask
So I won’t say
You won’t move
And I won’t sway.

You be the night
I’ll be the cold
The end of a tale
That will never be told.

You be the spirit
I’ll be the break
You be the fire
I’ll be the stake.

I’ll be the vice
You be the friend
I’ll be the lifeline
You are the end.

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Oh and to an 'old friend'..
Don't come looking for me when your illusions crumble around you.