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I heard you listened, but still not listening, to the songs I wrote, I swear I hope you choke. With both my lungs, I'll try my best. Blowing out this smoke sleeping in my chest. Make no mistake, we are bad taste, still linger in your mouth, because we're all you talk about. Spend your days, bitter and grey. I'll keep a smile, once in a while.
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