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I'll break your legs if I find out |
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You are fucking him |
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Composure balanced by the drink |
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A slack jaw, black gin |
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Smiles all bent and broken |
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If you are fucking him |
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Let's drink this precious moment |
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We sink it in the gin |
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Are you happy now? |
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Are you happy now? |
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Are you happy now? |
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Filled with bile and bruising |
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Against the kitchen sink |
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Give me a kiss, I'll slash my wrist |
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We'll watch the blood run pink |
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All those butterfly notions |
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Crash down from the sky |
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We'll watch her drown, burn your house down |
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These stinking sheets we lie |
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Are you happy now? |
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Are you happy now? |
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Are you happy now? |
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Are you happy now? |
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Did you break a sweat? Did you get wet? |
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Give me time to think |
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If you make an excuse, make it obtuse |
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I'm hanging in the brink |
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Libido sucked up and spat out |
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Uh huh, she's gone to seed |
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Let's set a course onto the rocks |
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Fuck you, let's live the dream |
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Are you happy now? |
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Are you happy now? |
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Are you happy now? |
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Are you happy now? |
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Happy now? |
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Happy now? |
