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Sep 2013
you cast this spell on me
but i'm not the victim here
i hope you break your knee
the only performance i'd like to hear

your lips curve in a frown
it's dabbled with red
you didn't think i'd beat you to the crown
now you're sick in your bed

i've known the beat of your heart
you reminded me of it all the time
how i should never shoot a dart
but watching you crash feels good and it didn't cost me a dime
oaks i kill
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oaks i kill  slowtown
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