I knew
A thing or two
About you
And this is not a song of loss
It's high time we took blame
Your heart broke, what a shame
Say it - and
It's true
Once said -
It's true
We weren't meant by history
Yours is a pyrrhic victory
Rubber gloves
Muffled cries
You stare at my palms
I tell lies, lies, lies, lies, lies
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