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Aug 2013
It tastes like a disaster
And it smells like a ***** lie
I can feel it in my body
And I can see it in your eye.

Every time I touch you
Or sense your presence near
You tell me that you're sorry
But an excuse is all I hear

*but it all makes sense to me now
Get it because sense
Cameron Godfrey
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