Oliver
You kicked a hole through my heart
And left me with the whistling sound
As the wind blows through
With duct tape
And an open bag, I covered it up
And put back on my sweater
So I look the same
But I'm a little different now

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I might look the same
I might look the same
But I'm a little different now
Now

Oliver
You ripped the smile off my face
And fed it to the winter birds
Why wicked boy

Oliver
You are my blackness, Oliver
You are my lightness
My defestator

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