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Red flag Jet lag I didn’t mean to get mad But that drink in your hand It’s one thing I can’t stand Won’t take your hand East bound Tumbling down Don’t want to wear this frown but sitting here’s got me feeling as tho I might drown Why here Held dear Just want to disappear Cant speak I’m to weak Not again It’s now ten Landed Feeling stranded Inside my head I’m seeing red Choking on the words I should have said Your life My strife Cuts like a knife Ill thoughts As your liver rots Tell me was it worth the cost?

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