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Let's get high I feel like a waste of space Nevermind I know we all make mistakes Friend of mine Stopping short of what it takes To mastermind A way that I could make you break Success is a dimension where The top's made for pretending Never trust a pension Eat your whole pie in the kitchen Now I stand before you with A heart made outta gold But all your water covered it With rust and now it's cold Friend of mine All I see is made of glue I'm behind With no plans of what to do So nevermind You know I guess because What I find I've always hated love
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