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You’re no longer my business, It’s all up to you Will have to find a soft heart in somebody new Well friends are calling me mad just for staing this long There’s nothing I rather want then to prove that the’re wrong Those pills you took didn’t help you get no sleep Your head is still at work but you’re numb from hands to feet Why aren’t your teary eyes for anyone to be seen I'm sorry I sound cold I got soul of a new machine
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