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flairpie

Published: Jun 7, 2008

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You played me like a card
you played me like a fool
I fell for your game
that you played so cruel

I defended your back
Like all good friends do
And the payment i get
you have no values

To play me like you did
takes some fuckin guts
cause now i hate you
Your like all other sluts

I thought you were different
Saw beneath the veiling
but all you saw
was another play thing

I leaving you now
but i just wanted you to know
a little sentence
Consider it your bravo

I want you to know
Love is a virtue
But its not what i feel
no, I hate you

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