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Yea They only day that everyone loves you Is when their looking at you in your grave And your looking back from a black box If i stayed would things have changed? Would you ask less when you ask to much? Would have you paid for my lunch? Prevent me from doing stupid stunts? You hear about me, but never greeted me once Yea I put my heart on a silver plate You grabbed my heart just to watch it break Then threw back in my face You love the taste of my blood We f\\\\d but it wasn't love We kissed but it wasn't love Like b\\\h your the dust i kick under the rug
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