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your words they hurt my ears
I'm always so wrong to you-- so why don't you just put yourself three feet above me. I really couldn't care what the weathers like up there. And while you're at it put a rain cloud above my head and watch me make a rainbow. Send your messages through your stereo-- hate me and relate me for all the song is worth. Try and kill a girl for caring-- and watch her walk away. |
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