.I didn't wear your shirt tonight, showed you a thing or two about spontanaeity, this is where it gets you, this is what it takes, locked behind plastic doors like capsuled help, I hope you pop one for me, I hope you swallow this whole, now I miss letters when I write, but it's not for you, and I don.
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