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I know I’m bad.
It’s just
my Nature.

Yours
is like
the weather.

I recognise
patterns,
but I’ll be fucked!

…if I know what
you’re gonna do
next.

And
I don’t mind
when you berate me.

It’s like
standing
in a storm.

You wash
me
clean.

And
I’ve already
drowned twice.

So
what have I
got to lose?

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