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One, Two, Three, Four ,,,,

thatʼs how many came before you,

youʼd think earlier i wouldʼve made a breakthrough

but instead iʼve decided to push through,

one by one, just to fill my hole

too bad these girls had no heart nor soul

all i cried for was my damage control

 

One, Two, Three, Four ....

thatʼs how many come after you,

i shouldnʼt let myself fall through

but itʼs become something iʼm used to,

forgive me for my pain

as i have nothing left to gain

close my mouth as i begin to complain

 

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