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Apr 2010
Was he worth it?
Was he really that great?
Really that big?

That you would put what we had on the line?
Without without feeling shame that you're lyin'?
Without letting me know that your body's not in it?

I hope I die tryin'

To get past this problem without bitter regret
that I did not **** you. But took the bet
That you would return
But no, I feel like ****.

I hope you die lyin'
Written by
Martin Rasmussen
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