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Saturday, August 14, 2010

I'm not sure what the trouble was.

But me, I'm not a gamble 

You can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening 
By the morning won't exist.

And if you promise to stay conscious 
I will try and do the same
Yeah, we might die from medication 
But we sure killed all the pain.

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