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Go Away
Turn back time
Don't waste a dime
Walk right past
Tell you to kiss my ass
Everything was going great
Til you opened the flood gate
Now all I feel is hate
Could careless about your fate
Its funny
Cuz at one time I loved you like I love money
You were my shining star
Now your just a nasty scar
The itch, the burn
It always returns
Why can't you just go away
...Tuesday 27th October 2015 1:16 am
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