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youe so pretty when you lie
love songs always make me cry
i don think you have a choice
there no truth left in your voice
remember when we used to laugh
just try to forget all that
wear my heart upon your lips
i hope it tastes just like s**t
just call me miss ann thrope
just call me miss ann thrope
youe so pretty when you die
love songs always make me cry
i don think you realise
there no blue left in your eyes
remember when we used to sing
just try to forget those things
fill your hole inside with dirt
i hope that it fking hurts
just call me miss ann thrope
just call me miss ann thrope
just call me miss ann thrope
just call me miss ann thrope
you have left a trail of deceit
assault and flattery
blasting through my wounds
imprisoned me in god and poetry
a ritual to mend my angry heart
a breeding ground for your untruth
if god created man in his own image
then fk you
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
my hate for you defines my lust
bridges to bridges
youe nothing to me
welcome world
miss ann thrope
fk
c**t
miss ann thrope
c**t
fk
miss ann thrope
miss
ann
thrope