Poet I'm sick of your pretty lies.
And it was about the song that sang of the shelves I wished you on.
Now sing along.
And I used to wish my heart as good my heart as strong.
And I used to wish I.
Don't say it's gone.
I'll pull the truth to you.
And even if it breaks us both down.
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