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Just wipe those tears From your eyes, I want the news Not the weather I'm getting tired of your lies These so called things that you call alibies Are nothing but a big disguise Well I can see right through you What makes you think you Can go break my heart Turn around and we can start All brand new? This is not some silly game Only one player remains And you're the Loser
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Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
loser
Just wipe those tears From your eyes, I want the news Not the weather I'm getting tired of your lies These so called things that you call alibies Are nothing but a big disguise Well I can see right through you What makes you think you Can go break my heart Turn around and we can start All brand new? This is not some silly game Only one player remains And you're the Loser
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Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
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