April
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a g n e s .
You talk about me, you talk about you,
And everything I do,
Like it's something, that needs repeating.
I don't need an alibi or for you to realize,
The things we left unsaid,
Are only taking space up in our heads.
Make it my fault, win the game
Point the finger, place the blame
Address me up and down,
It doesn't matter now.
'Cause I don't care if I ever talk to you again.
You talk about me, you talk about you,
And everything I do,
Like it's something, that needs repeating.
I don't need an alibi or for you to realize,
The things we left unsaid,
Are only taking space up in our heads.
Make it my fault, win the game
Point the finger, place the blame
Address me up and down,
It doesn't matter now.
'Cause I don't care if I ever talk to you again.
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