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Sep 2014
I'm fed up with your ten cent love
don't want more promises to lift me up
when all you do is drag me down
the earth has swallowed me whole and
you can't save me now
empty dinner tables, refill my cup
I can't wait at this bar alone another hour
I can't watch my heart crumble anymore
So pack up and fly away
to where ever wind should take you
Don't make it bleed more than it has to
Don't make me beg, don't throw another dime
in my direction, babe I'm not your
wishing well
Written by
   Connor Ruther and SPT
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