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I spent most of last night dragging this lake
for the corpses of all my past mistakes
sell me out- the jokes on you
We are salt- and you are the wound
Empty another bottle
And let me tear you to pieces
This is me wishing you
Into the worst situations
I'm the kind of kid
That can't let anything go
But you wouldn't know a good thing
If it came up and slit your throat
Your remorse hasn't fallen on deaf ears
Rather ones that just don't care
cause I you know
That you're I'm in between arms somewhere
Next to heartbeats
Where you shouldn't dare sleep
Now I'll teach you a lesson
For keeping secrets from me
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