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*  The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot

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Pull out your hem threads,
stretched over my stomach.
In the shape of a knife.
The week's getting longer.
Got up and got out,
and I got myself shot.

This is not the best, best part.
It's real quick, but it hurts a whole lot.
So call it quits or get a grip.
You say you wanted a solution.
You just wanted to be missed.

Call me a safe bet,
I'm betting I'm not.
Taper off and split ends,
that you're pulling apart.
Like you can forget.

So pull out your hem threads,
stretched over my neck.
In the shape of a knife.
The week's getting longer.
Got up and got out,
and I got myself shot.

This is not the best, best part.
It's real quick but it hurts a whole lot.
So call it quits or get a grip.
You say you wanted a solution.
You just wanted to be missed.

You call me a safe bet,
when I'm betting I'm not.
Taper off and split ends,
that you're pulling apart.
So you can forget.
So you can forget.
You can forget.

Call me a safe bet,
when I'm betting I'm not.


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