Well you're just across the street
Looks a mile to my feet
I want to go to you
Funny how I'm nervous still
I've always been the easy kill
I guess I always will
Could it be that everything goes around by chance?
Or only one way that it was always meant to be?
You kill me, you always know the perfect thing to say
Hey hey, hey hey
I know what I should
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