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New Beginning To An Old Sadness
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useless I hope you're proud of this now
That you drove me to him;
Into his arms,
Of ashes and stream.
And when he tells me he loves me,
You can smile with pride,
How you drove me straight to him
When I didn't ask for a ride.
And you can see your guilt trip
Slash straight through my heart,
That never was beating,
Not right from the start.
