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It's Fucking Cold
03:19
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Fucking spit me out
I don't care
Fucking spit me out
I'm done with it
But I'll never let it go
'Till I'm dead
Oh but I'll never let it go
'Till I grow tired, and weak
and weak, and weak
Nothing that you said could ever have the same impact
that it did, last year
You'll move away, become a constant aching remind of everything that I could never say, like a fucking ode to the things I said I'd never fucking be
Fucking spit me out
I don't care
Fucking spit me out
I'm done with it
But I'll never let it go
You were never my friend
Like a thorn in my side
and an ache in my chest
like a fucking ode to the things I said I'd never fucking be
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Falling in and out of time with you
I don't know if I'm morbid
or if I'm just scared
or unprepared for what death brings
'Cause we were something worth keeping, like a prize, a trophy on a shelf, out of reach of repeat, gold plastic that you could fucking swear was real and I hope that's all I ever was to you
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