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Jan 2013
The line between what's real and fake is starting to break you.
First breath's stating something
Next breath's contradicting.

And you're always exaggerating
I don't know how to take you seriously.

You've cried wolf one time too much,
now you're acting like you're stuck in a rut.

You want something from me?
I've got nothing to give.
Stop lying you sad *******.
Zach Gordon
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Zach Gordon  Kentucky
(Kentucky)   
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