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Your words are the only thing you have going for you They slide sweetly out of your mouth Pure sugar to my ears But then they let me go Drop me Make me fall Leave me wishing you hadn't said anything at all Three years you've known me and still it's all a game How we act How we play It always ends the same
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Apr 20, 2011
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