My love for the bad guys

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I hate how i feel like i can never hold my own,
The pieces of the past is still stuck inside my home,
To clear the air i need to leave,
But you keep telling me to stay,
You put you're arm around my waist,
But i could never feel a thing,
Maybe we just need to talk,

I cant always get this out,
It's like the passion isn't there,
It's not real with or without,

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