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Another song. Now, if only I could write music to put it to....
I’ve been used this way before
My heart is good friends with the floor
I pick up on the subtle clues
Faster then you think I do
You lies I just don’t want to find
But do you think that means I’m blind
I’d say goodbye
But your thighs
Running through my mind
It’s not that I
Feel inclined
To believe your lies
What the fuck
My heart is racing
Like a run away truck
But I’m in luck
My old love
Is now my new hate fuck
I understand what motivates
You can’t hide all your self-hate
As your victim of circumstance
I never really stood a chance
But as you sing your little song
I’ll pretend to play along
I’d say goodbye
But your thighs
Running through my mind
It’s not that I
Feel inclined
To believe your lies
What the fuck
My heart is racing
Like a run away truck
But I’m in luck
My old love
Is now my new hate fuck
I wanna fuck
I hate your guts
But I love the way you suck
You’re out of luck
You filth slut
You’re now my new hate fuck
I wish I knew just what to say
I wish it never was this way
But no longer I’ll ignore
The fact that you’re a cheating whore
But you know that I’m still pleased
When you get down on your knees
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Bad spellers of the world untie!!!
I am the one you warned me of
I seem to have misplaced the bullet with your name on it, but I have a whole box addressed to occupant.
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