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Sometimes, |
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ITS Too FaR aWaY FoR Me Too HoLD |
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AND WHeN You FiND You'Re oNe TRue LoVe |
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I GoT eYeS FuLL oF TeaRS aND a WRiST FuLL oF CuTS, iM SoRRY FoR TRYiNG To MoVe oN |
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ITS PReTTY F u C K e D WHeN You'Re LeFT CRYiNG aND He WaS THe oNe WHo F u C K e D uP |
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WHY You TRYiNG So HaRD To FiT iN WHeN You'Re BoRN To STaND ouT? |
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You MuST Be oNe oF THoSe PeoPLe WHo MaKe MY eYeS BLeeD |
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I WoKe uP THiNKiNG oF You |
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THiS PoiSoN's MY [INTOXICATION] |