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Jun 2015
You sat there, trying to convince me
Make me believe in you
That you wanted to do something
Fix things
Gain some kind of redemption
Then the next day came
And you had given up
What the hell is wrong with you?
There is no redeeming
How can you expect that when you think this is trying
That bad taste, just gets worse and worse
And I just get let down
more and more
How dare you claim to want to fix things, your only here for yourself
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