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�Cynthia, I can't send to ya�
�No more blood for your dying heart, my dear�
�Cynthia, I can't send to ya�
�No more blood for your dying heart�
�You think that I did that to you, but I tried to fix that�
�You think that I did that to you�
�But I get that you feel lying wrong�
�You feel that I know�
�All the pain you sold me, go to hell�
�So now I say, Cynthia�
�This is my last letter to you, girl�
�Girl, girl�
�Oh, I say, Cynthia�
�This is my last letter I'll send to you�
�Girl, girl�
�Girl, girl�
�Girl, girl�
�Girl, girl�
�Girl, girl�
�Girl, girl�
�Girl, girl�
�Girl, girl�
�Girl, girl�
�Girl, girl�
�Girl, girl�
�Girl, girl�
�Girl, girl�
�Girl, girl�
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.