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Screw the world, I don't care.
You tell me you're sorry, but I don't care. I'm sick of fighting, I'm sick of your lies, But with that last act I drew the line. I won't beg, I won't cry, But I am sorry that I cared, And I'm sorry that I tried. But now that I've given up, And you won't ever see my smile again.
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