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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 kill you. But took the bet That you would return But no, I feel like shit. I hope you die lyin'
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Apr 21, 2010
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