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If you think you're forgiven then don't open your mouth

If you think you're perfection then don't open your mouth

I have most that mean so much, I would lay down on the grass

Take my hand and feel this rage, ah, feel this pulse I turn the page

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Do you think you're forgiven? Then lovely, hold your tongue

The end is in the beginning, so fuck just like you're young

I was an honest man maybe for two years, maybe more if you count the nights

I'm unheard in a bedtime story, I asked her, do you bite with your

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Hold me down, spook me out

Hold me down, spook me out

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