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It stings me in a vindictive, poisonous sort of way That we were never mistaken for lovers
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
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It stings me in a vindictive, poisonous sort of way That we were never mistaken for lovers
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
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