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Dragged Out And Shot lyrics
Now here s a medal for being so fucking perfect, Perfect at making me miserable. How do you do it? So let me get some paper to take down these notes, So that I can take the papers dull edge And saw away at my tired wrists. There is something about you. I can t quite put my finger on it, I can t quite put my fingers around your neck. You die. song lyrics
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