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| I spent forty cents more On cigarettes at sav-on Just to see if I'd run into you So I could tell you That I don't need your stupid lies And I don't melt anymore When you touch my face And I don't sit around anymore And wait for you to call Because I've realized That I will never be as good as I could be Or as good as you should be |
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