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You cheated. You lied.
It was because of you, I cried.
Was it all a game for you? Was it really true?
The object was, just to get me blue.
You played me for a fool. Now, that was'nt cool. It was very cruel.
See, maybe an idiot, was all, you thought of me.
You used me. You bruised me.
You made me cry. Look at the look in my eye.

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