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Glass
If I had a dime for everytime you walked away, I could afford to not give a
shit and buy a drink and drown
the day But your pockets, they are empty, yeh, and mine are times two So why
not make an about-face
and accept the love I send to you? You're never gonna be content if you font
try, try to see outside your
line There you go, you did it again! You act as if there's binder on your eyes
Should I apologize if what I
say burns your ears and stains your eyes?! Oh, did I crack your shell? When it
falls away, you'll see we
exist as well! like a bottle with the cork stuck, your true ingrdients trapped
inside Through the cloudy glass
we catch a glimse of you, I guess the hard shell represents your pride Oh, if
only it could be different we
could uncover the you, you deny Between two, a small discrepency, one
complicates and one simplifies
TAKE THOSE FUCKING BLINDERS OFF YOUR EYES!!! So if I had a dime for every time
you
walked away, you could bet your bottom dollar that I'd be filthy rich by noon
today
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