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Oct 21, 2005 21:12

She said "Don't let it go to your head. Boys like you are a dime a dozen" She said "You're a touch overrated. You're a lush and I hate it but these grass stains on my knees they won't mean a thing"

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 time you get to drop my name.

If I'm just bad news then you're a liar.
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