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If I wear my heart on my sleeve
You unravel the thread
No need to grieve
For I am already dead
You should have listened
To the words that I said
Instead you were trapped
By the thoughts in your head
If I pull the knife out of my back
You sharpen the blade
If trump is hearts
I have a handful of spades.
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