You make me nauseous, weak and sick.
all the things I hate about liking someone too much is feeling like this.
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You've got your fingers snared in my veins
I think it's time you pulled them out
I think it's time you pulled them out
And I don't care about the flesh it'll tear
It isn't flesh that I'm worried about
It isn't flesh that I'm worried about
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