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M-E Jan 2
Lit the fuse
Buy a gun
And shoot me free
I ve shoot you one
You ve shoot me too
I'm not looking for you to satiate me

Kisses and apologies
Roadblocks you've put
Our wires you've cut
I have no clue
I am not where I want to be
May I speak with you

My Heart-shaped dish is broken
It can't be mend
Even with super-glue
I would swallow ******
Inject myself with lithium
My thoughts still will be blue

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