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Loosely Based On I can't take my mind off you;
I thought you could heal me
But you are the disease
That consumes all my thoughts.
You've gotten too close,
Now you're stifling me
Obstructing my view
of the rest of the world.
take your acidic compliments
and drown them in drains.
I won't drink your poison anymore.
My thoughts are no longer
Yours in which to dwell.
