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disgusted

I feel like throwing up
the strangle's getting thicker

i want that noose to wrench its way
and kill me with its snigger

it was nice knowing you hon
i'm sure you feel the same

and when i find my way out
i'd like to be the one to blame

the bile has finally built up
i'd let the nausea take control

if this is how it has to end
then lets just rock n roll

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