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Them's The Breaks, Kid

Broken mind
Broken hearted
Cant make it end
'Cause she don't know where it started
A taste of blood
"You fucking bastard!"
She's damn quick
But he's much faster
Split lip
Black eye
"God I love you...
I wish you'd die"

29 Sep 07

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