| this bitter pill you have swallowed
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| washing it down, the hardest part
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| the taste left in your mouth reminds you
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| your smile is so brittle, your teeth are so angry
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| your eyes tell it better than words ever could
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| i thought sincerity once resided here
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| it’s been vacated, abandoned, decided,
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| your lifting corners of what has been swept aside
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| it is with regret that i inform you
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| you have failed with frail deceptions
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| it is with regret that i inform you
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| you left behind your fingerprints
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| this bitter pill that you have swallowed
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| washing it down was the hardest thing to do you hope to see a fall from grace
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| what has been done, i can never forgive or forget
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| it is with regret that i inform you
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| you have failed with frail deceptions
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| it is with regret that i inform you
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| you have left behind your fingerprints
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| (i could never forgive you) |