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Never coming back is this what |
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I deserve. |
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Found in the flood. |
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Drowning in mud. |
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Washing away all the things in my life. |
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Manipulating, and separating. |
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Is this what you will do from the things that you choose. |
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From the things that you lose, |
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Nothing ever happens to you. |
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If I had said to your face, your fucking face, |
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Your cowardly face... bow down. |
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All this time, you've made nothing of yourself. |
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For what it's worth having said this before, |
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Your loosing from choosing with no remorse. |
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The things you say along |
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The way will help resent your destiny. |
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Is this what you will do from the things you choose, |
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From the things that you lose, |
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Nothing ever happens to you... |
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You said this to my face, my fucking face. |
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You choose to ignore the things |
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I say. What |
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I say... if |
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I had said to your face. |
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Your disgrace. |
