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Don't bend
Don't blink
Don't beg
Don't scream
Don't whine
Don't fight
Don't tell me, don't tell me, don't tell me

Don't feel
Don't tear
Don't kiss
Don't care
Don't touch
Don't want me, don't want me, don't want me

Something's so sick about this My misery is so addictive I'm halfway there with your Northshore from the floor singing to you over my shoulder

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