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can you take this life can you make it right do you have the words to say to make it all go away you act so wise and so refined u can keep your lies cos i'm never gonna go your way
Hey, you know what? My sister hopes that I kill myself with a butcher's knife. Word for word. Irony is great... But it wouldn't be a butcher's knife.... However close she may be...
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