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I'd say to play this game again but every way just paves an end If this could taste just like you'd said then bitter phrase won't leave my head. But I can't help it, It's the truth. I'm happy we met, but it's fun being sad. I'm happy we met, and don't you forget. My burns return, assure it hurts I'm sure you've heard it's near September. Well I'm leaving, please try seeing some of these feeling for once: Esoteric, all bullshit, it proves it from what's written. We sit on plastic, the past ruminated. This cigarette cycle sits sickly substantial, so show me you still care and shun all my camels. But I can't help it, it's the truth. I'm happy we met, but it's fun being sad. I'm happy we met, and don't you forget.