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Going, Going, Gone
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December 2011 I know for a fact you can do better than me,
you're a 12 karat goldfish get out of my Anename,
don't allow me to ever see you as more than a friend to me,
cause i'll post more lies until i'm your enemy,
my mind hits full throttle and i start to see,
the spot where for one weekend your bag used to be,
whats now a dead issue once started so infantly,
now you and every other girl have one thing in common, leaving me instantly,
i told myself i won't miss you but heres to another,
i expect the strikeout here comes your cutter,
only you could melt me and spread me thin like butter,
and leave me on the edge of my seat like Kurt Sutter,
maybe in another dream Octobers weekend could continue on,
swing from a homer, now we're going going gone,
must be at Yankee Stadium cause you didn't hang long,
still i watch you sail away, you're going, going, gone.
