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“I don’t hear from you no more, but I get the message,
You crashed your car through my front door, you pulled me from the wreckage
You told me that you missed me,
But you meant with the grill and hood,
you’d kill me if you could.
And if it’s ok, I’ll just grab my shit and leave,
I won’t say one word, I’ll keep my tricks up my sleeve,
flew off the handle, you opened fire on me,
Put me down, put me out of misery
I’m Fatally Yours”
Alkaline Trio - “Fatally Yours”