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Love tears me up like a demon, Opens the wounds, and then fills them with lead, And I'm having some trouble just breathing. If we weren't such good friends, I think that I'd hate you. If we weren't such good friends, I'd wish you were dead Love grows in me like a tumor, Parasite bent on devouring its host. I'm developing my sense of humor Till I can laugh at my heart between your teeth, Till I can laugh at my face beneath your feet.
Annons
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