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He played himself
Didn't need me to give him hell
He could be cool and cruel to you and me
Knew we'd put up with anything
I want to hurt him
I want to give him pain
I'm a roman candle
My head is full of flames
Panicked ants on the coast of slow motion
I smell a dream dying, die dream die
The rotted rind of this rotted country
Rots in the West and it's beyond me
Why anyone would look there for anything unless you don't care
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