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five finger death punch

i believe that i fucked my shit.
but oh well,
she has you by the tongue
with your fucking throat slit.
i cant ever think,
im just angry and confused.
on the edge of the brink
you fucking look like a fool.
i dont care how you feel
i dont care what you need
i wanna be drunk
and i want you to bleed.
Written by murdermauve
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