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Sep 22, 2003 19:54

it feels all better now.

"Oh God, no - please don't tell her
what I've done
I can hardly look at her
everything I love, I hurt
Oh God, yes - she is love
she is sex
But I used her for the game,
A scapegoat to carry the blame
for a hate song
For a hate song
It's like masochism - I hate
these hate songs"

"Oh God, look what I've done
in the bedroom."
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