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i don't need them as friends just to hold our handscan you come today?well, our old selves are deadour old selves are deadi wasn't playing when i said i would bite off your headwe'll flip in reply when my anger out ways my judgmentyou are older than me which means we can only be friendsso what's your excuses for all the things that you've said,those things that you said? darling, do we play favorites til our pupils run dry?our self-inflicted pain, self-inflicted pain at bestdarling, do we play favorites til our pupils run dry?our self-inflicted pain, self-inflicted pain is what we trustbe our old selves again,be our old selves again. From Letras Mania