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I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
What I choose is my choice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
I send this smile over to you
Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who's left alone
The years burn
So old in my shoes
What I choose is my choice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
I send this smile over to you
Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who's left alone
The years burn
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