"I don't know where to start/These cucumber eyes are lying the more that i smile about it. And all of my clothes feel like somebody's old throwaways. I don't like it/I'm adoring you. It's all good. You're so beautiful. I'm black and blue all over/I feel so powerless. I've got to stop it somehow. Oh come on what can i do? Why's it happening. How's
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