Everyone stands around, shots and smiles, sipping poison from a vile. See that girl in the corner? All these eyes, I'm the foreigner. Dressed in a dress, put together so perfect, on the inside, i'll confess its not so easy to disect. Life is fake, and your all so boring. I'd like to go somwhere more alluring. Belvadere takes me to this
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