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[leftcoastkid]

I'd swear your foot's made of metal
From all those rounds that you've logged in
You're getting that ich in your finger again
But i'm not going to be here for the tears

And the Last thing that you need right now
Is a kiss from the tonic in your glass
Becuase your not going to have my lips tonight
To keep all your spiteful words from coming out