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Never get her
Still I sweat her
I'm not gonna jump the gun on you again
My happiness in vain
Always you play
I stay angry
To wallow in the mire of the same routine
The jester to the queen

I slide in my room, i feel so consumed by what i'll never be
I try to lock up my hallowed memories with a broken key

I never knew this side of you
You made the perfect girl times two
But I didn't know just what to do
You're impossible, that's why i'm stuck on you

Jaded, baited, faded, hated
I'm intoxicated by the way you smile
it makes me juvenile
Last chance, one glance, blind trance, advance
another circumstance that makes sure i can't win
it's my original sin

and i know it might as well be my fault
and i know that you're not sure
well why the hell couldn't you just say no
cuz it's so god damned hard for me to let go


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Impossible
Roller Chair Derby

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