i dunno. make of it what you will
I can't help it if I think you're beautiful. Hold it against me. Hold it again. And resent that I find beauty in many. It wasn't for me. It wasn't for you. It just was. Maybe it'll be us. Maybe it'll just be. And beware. That's what they'll say. Cuz I'm an animal, an asshole, a snowstorm in May. I'll paint you with disappointment, but
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