August
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I used to have a heart worth a billion bucks Now it's shitty, shoddy cheap Sell it in my sleep for the fakes to eat While they kiss my ass and tell me what I need: Sex fiends with a vacant dream, a tattoo of a soul And the words you said, still ringing in my head Wonder where the love they stole is hiding All I want to do is be mended by you I don't want to be confused, I just want to find you All I want to kill is that which keeps me ill Underwhelmed and unfulfilled (They're in denial) of the knowledge That they're living in a lame excuse (They're in denial) of the fat they're fed It's like they're gorging on the truth (It's not alright with me) the love I lack, I need, I want you back (It's not alright with me) the circle torn apart, I used to have a heart
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