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What else have we got? We never really talk about anything We stay alone in this hotel room Getting high and making love We're strangers... What happens when the pills and the money runs out? You told your old man to lay down and die Now you gonna say the same thing to me? So I should find myself another rich old lover? And go through this hellish scene again Not this time baby You called me a born loser What the fuck is that supposed to mean You blew my whistle loud and clear when you found me showed me off like a thoroughbred on display But I'm the horse who finished last I'm done wearing this blinding mask Not this time ...time...time...time... Not this time There were some cheap laughs at the beginning At your parties was every hustler and tramp in town Just another way for you get your kicks You thought they were exciting to be around I can tell now that you’re dead inside You can't live unless you make everything dead around ya Your the fucken loser cause' your dead inside ya spit me out just the way you spit out everything else There's no tomorrows, Not with you You better go all the way and kill me don't just try and bust me up I'll put my pieces back together then I'll come kill you so help me God NOT THIS TIME!
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