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So you can take your tell-tale time alone,
I'll take a few more of these pills that make you,
make you tolerable.
And I know I, I know I
make you sick with complacency,
but, baby, it doesn't matter now.
Second time around -
just to ease the heartache.
Just to ease me out of this tell-tale battleground.
You never come around, but baby,
that's just fine now.

The End

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