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You thought you were leaving, temporary grieving |
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You backed out on the cocks |
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If they wanna love you make sure they fuck you |
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You backed out on the cocks |
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You think it's the season, temporary treason |
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You backed out on the cocks |
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They wanna hunt you, make sure they love to |
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You backed out on the cocks |
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Everyone can write this song |
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But they can't write you and me |
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Everyone can write this song |
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But they can't write you and me |
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If the lies they don't fit ya better trade some spit ya |
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You backed out on the cocks |
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Time is a leaver, thought she was a stealer |
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You backed out on the cocks |
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Everyone can write this song |
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But they can't write you and me |
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Everyone can write this song |
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But they can't write you and me |
