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Three times alone this week, I was supposed to be a rock star.
"I only beat you when I'm drunk, you're only pretty when you're crying."
We are suppose to be the ones who set the air afire.
Three times alone this week, I was made into a liar.
Whether I found the gold, I never told.
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