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From the way that you acted
To the way that I felt it
It wasn’t worth my time
And now it’s sad cause all I missed
Wasn’t that good to begin with
And now I’ve started you begging
Saying things that you don’t mean
It isn’t worth my time
A line’s a dime a million times
And I’m about to see all of them
Goodbye to you
You’re taking up my time
You call my name when I wake up
To see things go your way
I’m coughing up my time
Each drag’s a drop of blood a grain
A minute of my life
It’s all I’ve got just to stay down
Why the fuck am I still down
I’m hoarding all thats mine
Each time I let just one slip by
I’m wasting what is mine
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