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Hey girl, Your name isn't going to save you or fix this Your beauty won't win my favor I hope it felt good...to kill me Flee for the sunlight To blind you with sunspots An excuse for your mistake And I become the sacrificial star now I hope it feels good... To turn us into tabloids And the vomit of small towns How are you going to fix this Maybe spoon out my insides Cover the rat with latex Or ask god what love is And beg me to love you I'll forgive you, maybe And I'll forgive you baby So lets wash the soap dish clean of all the gossip Grab our diplomas and leave high school together... Together From Letras Mania