You're not the one I'm going to keep
but I'll take you home and let you whisper
sweet, sweet lies into scarlet curls
I'll pretend to believe you
if you tell me I'm the only one.
Every season breeds a different version of the same story
you're the crimson shirt tumbling in the washer
falling the same way every time.
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makes me wonder which is better, my tragic solitude or this...
i'll go with your romantic life any day of the week, and that is coming from some one who's all but given up.
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