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discarded
my mind is not one
to be admired
filled with hatred and war
blood and fire

all i show you
is what i make you see
i work on the power
to keep you decieved

my skills are made up
of manipulation
i show you my weakness
out of pure dedication

to wrapping you 'round
my little finger
we're at a concert
and you are the singer

i hope you can keep up
this show you've put on
'cuz once i get bored
of your meaningless song

i'll throw you out
like a busted game
and i'll find me another
who sings just the same


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