Saknar dig cp
Six degrees of separation
First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, is when your world splits down the middle
Fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little
No, no, there ain't no help, it's every man for himself
No, no, there ain't no help, it's every man for himself
No, no, there ain't no help, it's every man for himself
You tell your friends, strangers too
Anyone who'll throw an arm around you
Tarrot cards, gems and stones
Believing all that shit's gonna heal your soul
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