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I’m at a payphone trying to call home, all of my change I spent on you. Where have the times gone baby it’s all wrong, where are the plans we made for two?
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Tonight, you arrested my mind when you came to my defense with a knife, in the shape of your mouth, in the form of your body with the wrath of a god. Oh, you stood by me. Belief.
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