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(R. Pollard, Mitchell)
I built you up with everything I got
for a little more time to analyze the crime (thought)
and I don't feel hurt now that you don't write
because I'm used to this s**t and you tell
me its alright.
And your so right and I'm so wrong
but we could be lonely before too long
And I don't care if the whole things going wrong
because we will be lonely before too long
Just one spark makes a hell of a fire
I'm still wrong but your still a liar