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Spiteful

It's dark and the room is spinning around me And it's him and it's me and we're talking about nothing really And i'm just trying to concentrate on his eyes, they're so blue But there's so much THC in my blood And I think it's doing the thinking for me. Because I see you and you seem so close But really you are miles and miles away And I see her hair and it's red and all I know is I hate it so much. I hate her stupid red hair because your hands like to explore it When I'm looking and I may be really far gone but Not enough to know what you're trying to do. So two can play this game so I make out with blue eyes And it's painful and passionate and I regret it but I don't regret seeing your face as he leads me up the stairs As you remember that the last time we were alone together you did The same thing.
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Apr 25, 2013
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