Our picture looks better without you
After all we've been through.
I can't seem to get to you
After all I've been put to.
My synapses are getting stable
They we're cut by some raper
I am afraid of making mistakes
I am longing for birthday cakes.
After all we've been through.
I can't seem to get to you
After all I've been put to.
My synapses are getting stable
They we're cut by some raper
I am afraid of making mistakes
I am longing for birthday cakes.
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