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so much for all the promises you made they served you well and now you're gone and they're wasted on me so much for your endearing sense of charm it served you well and now you're gone and it's wasted on me you called to say you wanted out well, i can't say i blame you now sometimes you've got to fold before you're found out well thanks for waiting this long to show yourself...
cause now that i can see you, i don't think you're worth a second glance