I am the unfortunate tourist, stranded
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At the edge of your bed. Shipwrecked.
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Journeyed from the depths of our drinks to the small curves of your legs
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and yet in your absence...
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I feel good now that you're gone.
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I am the constant exit, the constant ex
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the next former friend to attend your revenge.
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And you said "You're just like them! Born to love and then disappear!"
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And I said "People like that are the only people here"
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Unfortunate Tourists
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| Crime In Stereo |
