Twos too many

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Just something I found in my old notebook thought it was good so here you go, not directed to anyone I swear

You have a grip on two souls
Making them think your true
That lying mouth is a drug to them

You  got them under your spell
Now they are going to dwell
Their hearts about to swell

Both begging for you to stay
Are you gonna lay in those beds?
They know you're just going to stray

You're being a selfish little girl
For the past three years
They swear you are still true

Who could've known
You think you've got Style
They see your game and they quit.

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