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it's been the ruin of many poor souls

i am, as the poets say, a mess

Last night was terrible

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Fight with yourself and your thoughts in the night

the likely cause of what will be my demise

you did always say that one day I would suffer

And I felt like a bad memory

The ocean is six miles deep

I will go when you ask me to

i heard that you like the bad girls, Honey is that true?

and I will never sing again and you won't work another day

Insomnia

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Let's pretend the madness isn't bad, then we'll all forget

dreams are coming after me tonight

One, two, make it fun, don't trust anyone

i'm young and i'll waste you away

endless thoughts