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Your face is smoking, on our parlour. Burning photos, I am stalking tonight. With a drink in my hand.
I’m going get in a time Machine.
And go back to 1993.
You’ll smell of me and you’ll call me sweet.
And I will walk away.
I’m going get in a time Machine.
And go back to 1993.
You’ll smell of me and you’ll call me sweet.
And I will walk away.
I feel like you’re a black hole, sucking life inwardly, and I planted a garden in the centre of you, for a reason.
Synergy.
It takes two, to not know what to do, until there’s nothing left, now, I’m scared I loved you to death. Calm down. boy
Deep breath.
You can’t change what you’ve done, and what it means.
Unless you got a time machine in those jeans.
Or a handful of magic beans, cause you see.
You, you, you, make, me, me, me.
If I had somewhere to go, I’d be their. So don’t wait up.
I’m not wearing underwear to the club tonight.
And I don’t care.
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