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Şarkı Sözleri Now here's a medal for being so fucking perfect, perfect at making me miserable. How do you do it? So let me get some paper to take down these notes, so that I can take the papers dull edge and saw away at my tired wrists. There is something about you. I can't quite put my finger on it, I can't quite put my fingers around your neck. You die.