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before i kiss and tell i step away |
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another drug in my blood to prove that you don't understand |
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how could you see through your stained glass |
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and say that i'm hating my addiction |
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don't you put this one on me |
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i said don't you duck this one |
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you don't understand |
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no sympathy |
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and i don't want to hear one excuse for what's been done to me |
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cause when i die by myself for my self it's my choice |
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cause this time i couldn't care less who you would impress |
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cause now this drug's in my vein i'm trading hatred for pain |
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and it's no lie to say that you don't understand |
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you try to stand there and tell me i'm wrong |
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everyone you touch is dieing from lack of instinct or resolution |
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when thinking for themselves means to understand |
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that's where i get my heroin hate |
