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My gears were slowing their spin My battery was running low Cobbwebs started to grow on my heart A heart that had trouble beating I was Shutting down Then you came by
I’m done with this friendship
From the day you were born, you've been feeling vile scorn, for the future they say is so bright. The school that you stay in, The church that you pray in, Just trying to snuff out the light.
I am not a burning car wreck 
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