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The way that you were talking got me thinking
You could fill the ocean with your problems
and you'd
ask me to drink it.
And, still you wouldn't listen if I
asked you to quit it.
The trouble with communication
is believing you're doing it
correctly.

Place your podium
somewhere else.
Go die on
someone else's hill.
How the fuck
is this
supposed
to make me feel?
Written by Dreamboy
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