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Texty: The Used. The Used. Bulimic.

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from the way that you acted
to the way that I felt it
It wasn't worth my time
and now it's sad cause all I missed<a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a>
wasn't that good to begin with
and now I've started you begging
saying things that you don't mean
it isn't worth my time
a line's a dime a million times
and I'm about to see all of them

Goodbye to you
you're taking up my time

you call my name when I wake up
to see things go your way
i'm coughing up my time
each drag's a drop of blood a grain
a minute of my life
it's all I've got just to stay down
why the fuck am I still down
I'm hoarding all thats mine
each time I let just one slip by
I'm wasting what is mine

[x2]
I'm about to see a million things
I thought I'd never see before
And I'm
I'm about to do all of the things i dreamed of
And i dont even miss you at all

Goodbye to you
Goodbye to you
you're taking up my time