a stab in the back left me reeling
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once more understanding the perils of being naive
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i'm painting portraits of betrayal using only the richest hues
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of lies and broken promises
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tales of riches coupled with tragedy still fall from your tongue
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as you ignore the truth, fabricating this world
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showing no realization of the actions
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that have brought "us" to an end
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these lifeless eyes will dream of brighter days
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It's Ok, I Like Corey Feldman Too
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| And The Sky Went Red |
