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[ February 19, 2009 ยท 6:27pm] |
And if it makes you less sad
I'll take your pictures all down
Every picture you paint
I will paint myself out
It's as cold as a tomb
And it's dark in your room
When I sneak to your bed
To pour salt in your wounds
So call it quits or get a grip
Say you wanted a solution
You just wanted to be missed
( call me a safe bet. I'm betting I'm not )
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