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| Break Up for all the times you lied "i'll be there" here's a quarter now you're a millionaire for all the times you tried to care here's a quarter your pocket's full of air what a pompous ass what a first class jerk i bet you don't know how much your words hurt i have one thing to ask of you to not act surprised when i say goodbye cause i'm sure as hell not telling a lie ~erika boal |
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