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Your sugar turned to rust in tea
Your cup had cracks, now I see
I won't beg for half of you
I've got better things to do
You sold me a broken map
Every turn led to a trap
But the compass in my hand
Finally pointed to the dry land
I kept walking on the coals
Thinking love would save my soles
Now the burns all start to show
Drop the weight that made me slow
Your sugar turned to rust in tea
Your cup had cracks, now I see
I don't trust a single sip
This aftertaste is on my lip
Your sugar turned to rust in tea
Your cup had cracks, now I see
I won't beg for half of you
I've got better things to do
I kept walking on the coals
Thinking love would save my soles
Now the burns all start to show
Drop the weight that made me slow
Your sugar turned to rust in tea
Your cup had cracks, now I see
I don't trust a single sip
This aftertaste is on my lip
Your sugar turned to rust in tea
Your cup had cracks, now I see
I won't beg for half of you
I've got better things to do