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After years of pain
I can't believe it I don't know how to explain But you have to admit you hit me hard. I'm over you now Along with all the guys And as your eyebrows rise I finally take off my disgiuse And go free from you and the guys. And when the next time comes I'll now what to do I won't like him If he's anything like you. But there's a time for everyone So if I know for sure He's the right guy for me I will grab on to his strong lure And will no longer be free And you marry a slut Who treats you like crap So now you have a cut I'm sorry, I cannot help with your Deathtrap
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