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I bet you laugh, at the thought of me thinking for myself (myself) I bet you believe, that I'm better off with you than someone else Your face arrives again, all hope I had becomes surreal But under your covers more torture than pleasure And just past your lips there's more anger than laughter Not now or forever will I ever change you I know that to go on, I'll break you, my habit
You taught my heart A sense I never knew I had I can't forget The times when I was Lost and depressed form the awful truth How do you do it You're my heroine
You taught my heart A sense I never knew I had I can't forget The times when I was Lost and depressed form the awful truth How do you do it You're my heroine
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