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I feel lost.
After a while I stopped wanting anything.
I stopped expecting.
Just take a look, I'm no longer pure quality.
I've been used, and strangled.
I know I have something to say, but it doesn't sound right.
It makes no sense.
So I tell you.
And then you, my love, my angle,
Point my trust back at me, and shoot me down.
So sudden, I don't feel it.
I won't feel it.
After a while I stopped wanting anything.
I stopped expecting.
Just take a look, I'm no longer pure quality.
I've been used, and strangled.
I know I have something to say, but it doesn't sound right.
It makes no sense.
So I tell you.
And then you, my love, my angle,
Point my trust back at me, and shoot me down.
So sudden, I don't feel it.
I won't feel it.
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