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i've been as careless as versailles |
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in getting ready for you tonight |
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old bracelets in a box somewhere |
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my hair adorns me right |
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i'm here, a flourishing and jovial male |
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i'm all spirits and tall tales |
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my arms would be your sentimental bed |
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if it ends as well as it is in my head |
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i didn't see you come in |
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but i knew the room had been brighter since |
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no one can help but notice how |
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you shine in all this decadence |
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i stare you down and storm towards you |
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politely, as i do |
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and meet you with the perfect smile |
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as your fucking boyfriend kisses you |
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all the classical music in the world |
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cannot weep as deeply as a brokenhearted teenager |
