The reddest wine.
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The sweetest line.
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We're coming back.
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It's killing time.
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I'd like you to know that we're very upset.
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You're stupid songs that you wrote all wrong.
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We're better off now that you're gone.
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I'd like you to know that we're very upset.
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Bridges and terms we can't even say.
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Chemists agree we're better this way but we don't even care.
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We're running on fumes now it's great.
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Decisions I can't contemplate.
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You're running on "j.d." and fate.
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Cry no more.
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The quickest hands.
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The fakest heart.
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A bitter end.
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A lovely start.
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You'd like us to know you're very upset.
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The finest cars.
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The crowded bars.
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The bloody nights.
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We've gone too far.
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You'd like us to know you're very upset.
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I've noticed a sugarcoat pack of words.
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You've grown this, a laughable looking war.
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And I still believe in a marketing scheme that daddy could never dream.
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A nightmare for you, a goldrush for me.
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Your keyboard will pull you through with electric beats and heavy metal leads.
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Well baby, that don't fly with me.
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(and we really don't care).
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Slander
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| Keepsake |
