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Just lie...
Don't go running back to me.
Just lie...
Don't go running back to me.
Just lie...
Don't go running back to me.
Just lie,
Don't go running back to me.
Just write the notes in your own words,
Sip on the gin and feel it squirm.
I'm turning the tide to make you hurt,
I'm turning the tide to watch you burn, burn, burn, burn...