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Jan 2015
baby go ahead and
stick every last needle in my eye
i've been telling lies
since the first time i cried in your bed

held my hand as i sobbed
spilled wine on the rug
i'm a filthy person
in need of a hug

say i'm not that person anymore
i'd love to hear it, boy
tell me something,
how will i die?
i know not the answer
to nothin
Rose
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Rose
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