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If heartbreak was the leading cause of death,
I can't make you love me, Because you refuse to see, That she is what I said she'd be. Betrayal, bitter on my tongue, Since the day you said you were done.  Irrational, you called my fears,
She always had that green eye No one ever knew why Only took her a second to lie Oh you know she was slicker than sly Did whatever she could to reach the top She couldnt be stopped
With a hug and a knife to the backYou destroy my lifeAlter everyone's opinion of meYou're a backstabber
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