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You're like kissing lipstick You're pasty, warm and dry You're boring, you bore me You're such a boring guy At first, I kinda liked it The way it oozed

that you die soon, pray to any God you believe in" One day, Job screamed back "Those people, they had families Their families don't have them, you're

Never won a medal for bravery Never won a medal for tact Never thought 'the truth' would enslave me turn me into something too close to a liar I'm joining

I'm finding out Finding hard of finding out You're a liar, you're a liar again You're a liar again No, never said enough You're a liar again You're

It wore him down; his head was hanging sideways, his lids were slits. This happened almost nightly now. He raised the gloves and waited for another round