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| − | <b>"There is no Such Thing as Love"</B>
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| − | These are the years ground in dust<BR>
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| − | We make each other dead<BR>
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| − | kill the good sides and focus on the things that made us twist<BR>
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| − | this darkness that shades our hearts<BR>
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| − | There's nothing else to do<BR>
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| − | There's nothing else
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| − | "I know what you've done," and all these lies<BR>
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| − | Counted on dozens of fingers, one for every day<BR>
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| − | We've spent together in this creeping bitterness<BR>
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| − | All boiled down in the end<BR>
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| − | to a sharp stew of this burnt-out loathing
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| − | I don't hate you. I don't.<BR>
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| − | We have given each other more chances than hairs on our heads
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| − | Tell me they don't really care <BR>
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| − | Keep going, tell me friends are liars<BR>
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| − | tell me the boys just want to sleep with me<BR>
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| − | tell me everyone will use me<BR>
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| − | and make yourself look better<BR>
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| − | you, who ignored me<BR>
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| − | who wouldn't touch me<BR>
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| − | who put this sharp little edge of self-hate in me<BR>
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| − | who put this sharp edge in me<BR>
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| − | "People only connect with each other<BR>
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| − | because they're hoping to get something out of it,"<BR>
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| − | you say, and in doing so imply<BR>
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| − | that this does not apply to you<BR>
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| − | You are the only one who loved me?<BR>
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| − | There is no such thing as love
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