bite the hand that feeds your face; one more thing you can replace. shut my mouth because i’m spilling all your dirty secrets. slap the wrist of this embrace. you're the one who's losing face. search the quiet corners, lock the door i can hear you screaming. don't wake up you're not really dreaming. when your world starts caving in, i'd still take
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