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I'm the salt in your sugar cane,
But it's not the taste that I blame,
It's not you or I,
Because we tried, tried, tried,
The more we change,
The more things stay the same.

Your eyes were red,
Mine painted black,
My thin blue dress,
Slid down my back,
You held me close,
And you cried, cried, cried,
Cause we both knew,
I wasn't coming back.

And maybe I have always been,
The one to say goodbye,
And I won't no lie, no,
If I don't stick around.
You're not gonna die,
You're not gonna die.

She was sweet,
When you were down,
I hope what you need,
Is just what you found,
You say you're fine,
Then you sigh, sigh, sigh,
So when I fuck around,
Don't ask me why.

Maybe I have always been,
The one to say good-bye
I won't lie, no,
If I don't stick around,
You're not gonna die,
You're not gonna die.

Now you're here,
And your jeans are ripped,
A cigarette, between your lips,
But you don't smoke,
I guess now you do, do, do,
Cause what you want,
I just can't give to you,
Cause what you want,
I just can't give to you.

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