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Give Me Your Gold
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The People I remember it was raining,
When I was on the phone,
I'd asked them if they'd heard from you.
No. Nobody ever did.
We'd all just heard about you.
I'd heard you'd gone to prison,
Because you were still the same.
You fucked us all over, more times than not, and
I hope you realize, this is why I avoid you today.
I still don't trust your ways.
