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she said, "don't, don't let it go to your head. boys like you are a dime a dozen" she said, "you're a touch over-rated. you're a lush, and i hate it." but these grass stains on my knees, they won't mean a thing. and all i need to know is that i'm something you'll be missing well, maybe i should hate you for this, never really did ever quite get that far. i'd never lie to you, unless I had to. i'll do what i got to. the truth is you could slit my throat, and with my one last gasping breath, i'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt cuz i'm a wishful thinker with the worst intentions, this'll be the last chance you'll get to drop my name. if i'm just bad news then you're a liar
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