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[sixtytwocents]

Carry this picture for luck

What the fucking fucking fuck

Thought you were my friend, maybe a little bit more, kinda like my boyfriend

But like everything else

It twisted and warped

Into something repugnant

What happens when there are no parties to attend

And my throat is too dry for cigarettes

Never thought I'd miss you

Just because I asked to kiss you

I promise it won't happen again

You're in love with my sister.