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words are useless

 I’m selling my soul
but you’re selling your heart

And we’re both knowing
we will always be apart
 
 I’m changing the locks,

and locking you in.

You’re knowing I’m right

And I won’t let you win.

 
I’m blowing the brains

All over the floor

It’s hotter and better

Than what we’ve done before

 
I’m bring you down

You’re holding me up

This string round your neck

Has ended your luck
Written by conscious36
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