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Jun 2010
Your love was the sweetest
So your cut was the deepest
Now all my scars are open
and you can see my heart
So dont act suprised
When you see that its broken
Because thats where you shot me

But I know who to blame
I let my gaurd down
I told you where to aim
Written by
Derek Wings
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