I'm now improved.
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Got my drift back.
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That makes your... Makes your heart attack.
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For what it's worth I could break you.
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I'd still make you want this back.
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At once you were the one that I threw my dependence on.
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There's nothing wrong with it so wipe your tears and take it off.
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Can you bleed?
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Can you breathe?
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You used to know everything.
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Fake, fake the words I wrote down.
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Break, break the boy you couldn't see because he's not searching for your sympathy.
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The way your voice sounds... Promises made to me.
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So take these words and drink alone tonight.
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You haven't called him since September.
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So predictable.
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The truth is penathol has finally got the best of you.
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You want a gang fight, but while your boozing I hope your cruising.
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This is a new revolution, white faced and under attack.
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A struggle for revival, the smoke didn't flow to my back.
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What is this content, his opinion.
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You'll never take me alive, you'll never win.
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So hope for a slow death.
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Your hand shakes; you know you're next.
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Look what you did to yourself
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Lies, lies you've all been sold.
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Starstruck, you take that road.
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Because all your feelings took the best of me.
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