What's it like to be face to face with me? Playing tricks with hearts quite as young as yours Do you know what the reunion pays for you? Do you feel like I'm supposed to do?
I could be love I could be your assassin. I don't know
Pictures of my face dissappear with time They gave boys to quite tasteless friends of mine Re-arrange thoughts to 'what will be will be' There is no God so pray to me
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