i've had enough of this.
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you're all the same to me.
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i want to be alone.
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eat me alive with your sickenss.
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hypocrisy, cold the blood that courses though me.
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so should i let it go?
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my veins run sand that won't pass.
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you were supposed to be my only cure.
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and i've had enough of this.
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you're all the same to me.
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i want to be alone.
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eat me alive with your sickness.
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you were supposed to be my only cure.
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you were supposed to be the one to take her place.
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sorry about tomorrow, i'm not sorry about today.
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this eats me alive.
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i'm going to say what i want to say.
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you were my one true cure, my only love.
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you were my one true pain, my only hate.
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you were supposed to be there.
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you were supposed to be the truth.
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you were supposed to take her place.
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you were supposed to be my solitude, solitude.
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sorry about tomorrow, i'm not sorry about today.
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this eats me alive.
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i'm going to say what i want to say.
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you were my one true cure, my only pain.
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you were my one true pain, my only hate, my only hate.
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my only cure, my only pain.
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i hate you, i love you.
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my only cure, my only pain.
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i hate you, i love you.
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In between 4th and 2nd Street
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| Emery |
