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you spill all the wine on my bed
but you won’t remember that
you say you’ll love me when you are dead
but you don’t remember that

i wish you gave me some sort of clue
before you drove into the sun
you stand alone in your old room
you think about the things that you’ve done

you wash your hands in my sink
you clean your skin of what is me
you say you don’t know what to think
but i know you curse me til you leave

i make a joke i hope that it sticks
when you are in a whole 'nother state
i want you to remember it
i want it to show on your face

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