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Slit my throat and hope to die |
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So this is what it feels like.. |
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I hate looking in the mirror because the only thing i see staring back is the face you used to love. |
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Deep trails telling tales |
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I loved you... what more could you have wanted? |
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A smile or a wave |
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Once again I am alone |
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A lie is a lie until you tell it so much it becomes the truth |
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Why are your eyes so very haunting my dear |
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You've found me here once before |