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I threw her away on the second we met/
I couldn't have lied, I tried I was cashing a check/
The ink was smeared, the lines were drawn and scribbled unclear/
a cancellation, its time to learn to fly/
Now that I've decided that you cant be trusted/
one by one, wasn't that fun, this party dies, fades away/
Late night phone calls that end in surprise/
I can't believe you would give up your dignity/
just to take a ride with me/
And how does it feel to be used/
climb in the back seat/
like luggage/
whores don't trip, they bleed on the tapestry/
whores don't trip, they bleed at the bar/
Its your persistence that makes me sick its not the sight of your face/
And now I am so faint caught up in just this way I know that you can be more then this/
This wasn't what I wanted you said I sewed that dream alive/
Climb farther into hate is it this back seat making you itch/
Morals become something from a dream this isn't the way to blow off steam its all in your head/
Give up this is making me sick my patience is wearing thin/
I will be leaving you now stay away for long/
Drag his body down to the mill/
cut the ice with counterfeit bills, I'll take my share/
like lightning bolts that strike down in pairs/
this is all justified/
step aside and watched the lie/
this is all justified/
wont heal in time, this is all justified now./
Stationed wit. I believe will go there/
now were all afraid to see why we cant give it up/
But now your shirt comes off I need something more tonight then your word

-DANCE GAViN DANCE

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