DEAD LOVE

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Bottled up, my feelings
I'm scared I don't mean it

Its making my head hurt
You r getting on my nerves

Staring at the ceiling
I know its yours but I'm going to keep it

Falling in and out of love
No I cannot trust your guts

Aye, you keeping going the way
You used to go
And keep telling me
the things I know

I hear them calling my name
"Wake up baby"
But it's too late

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