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Sep 2017
okay
crush me
and every word who stood a chance
shattered glas in your hands

paint it out
my empty wall
find the thread
behind it all

cut it off
slice it through
ruin everything
I was to you

talk me down
don't reminisce
I swear
it feels just like this

does he shareΒ Β 
your point of view?
and what the ****
can I do?

- rumours
2011
Written by
Jay  Sweden
(Sweden)   
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