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She had a history of killing herself,
I had a habit of dying.
I think she gave me something to love for,
I guess I helped her pass her time.
I had a vision of seeing things straight,
She had the heart of a liar.
Well I never saw her leavingme once,
She never felt me beside her.
And its cruel,
But shes got a good hold on me.
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