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Put me right through the ringer run around with eyes on whatever. Cut me right down to half of a member-Mended back given |
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no hope. Scheming minds new intentions-leave it broke flat begging for more You've made up your mind Whatever comes to |
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your head can never rely (on nothing) Everything points to the wrong direction. Everything leading to any early decline. Can't |
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take this any longer-I'll tell you right now, hate's on the rise. Just can't deal with anymore wavering-Can't fit into anymore lies. |
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Take your eyes to a brand new picture. Reach for one more impulse buy. It's me the loser, did everything wrong. Go ahead |
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with all your craving. Go ahead yearn for more. |
