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I'm pulling away every petal I've made, and it's not news to you.
Long night, a purse full of Metropolis smells in a hot cab.
And the romance confuses lust I haven't looked at the clock for a long time.
'Cause it's not like I don't want to die at first because of you or just.
Maybe pills, maybe whiskey. I realized I didn't have to wait.