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'Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt. Rolled up the sleeves of your skull t-shirt...'

Elegance.

'You said "what did you do with him today?" And sniffed me out like I was Tanqurey....'

Perpetual emotion keeps my mind occupied.

'Cause you're my fella, my guy. Hand me your Stella and fly. By the time i'm out the door, you tear me down like Roger Moore...'

It turns my days into rage..

'I cheated myself...'

And the silence you hear from me, will be the soundtrack at my funeral...

'Like I knew I would.'

Pick up the phone...dial tone...

'I told you that I was trouble. You know that I'm no good...'






[A/n: I am leaving the song to the quoted sentences in the header. Please have a listen to it. You know I'm no good by Amy Winehouse]

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