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Mar 2015
Your eyes, they always cut me
With the daggers that they stare
And your hands always tell me
that they don't want me there

Your words, they are so jagged
They slice like broken glass
And they leave me feeling shredded
Like a sand storm has just passed

My lies, they sting like venom
Quickly coursing through your veins
And you say you've had enough
But we all deserve some pain

My lips, they can't keep quiet
They're full of anecdotes
They're always such a riot
Telling all the greatest jokes

Your eyes, they're saying something
They try to speak to me
But they never saw this coming
When it was clear as it could be
Arlo Disarray
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