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Your words are drinks
and I think I've had enough.
I spend too much time
letting you pull me in for one more fuck.
Because that's all it is.
Yeah that's just what it is.

Your eyes were a trap that I fell into.
A face with only lips that lie.
That mind had a funny way of keeping me tied.

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