Eight years falsified by the last days. I crushed your pride with the weight of five months crashing down in between us; three nights not one can repair. And our cats are so playful while we fight; they're used to our years of sharpened claws. And it takes all those away, to know you feel now, all of eight years falsified, so I'm gonna push for the distance; I feel no room to rebuild. And I'm not gonna fight for the last word; I stole the first, after all. And our cats are so playful while we fight; they're used to our years of sharpened claws. And it takes all those away, to know you feel now, all of eight years falsified.

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