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We
We're running out of things to say,
and objects to throw;
We can see in each others eyes that neither care,
and smell our bullshit in the air;
We hate each other,
and yet we stay;
Neither wanting to be alone,
nor willing to give in;
Its an everyday thing,
with no hope that we'll change.
and objects to throw;
We can see in each others eyes that neither care,
and smell our bullshit in the air;
We hate each other,
and yet we stay;
Neither wanting to be alone,
nor willing to give in;
Its an everyday thing,
with no hope that we'll change.
Published 13th Mar 2010
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