Thought

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I thought you were sent from above

But it turned out to be just another false love
I really have no clue

That what we had was never true

I may be the foolest of the fool

Because I still want you even though I'm just your tool

Now you're cold as ice

But you're the last person that I can despise
Right now, I'm so lost

Because of the pain that you've caused

Let's say our goodbyes

I hope these tears will dry from my eyes

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