It's all your fault. You called me beautiful
You turned me out. And now I can't turn back
I hold my breath. Because you were perfect
But I'm running out of air. And it's not fair
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It's all your fault. You called me beautiful
You turned me out. And now I can't turn back
I hold my breath. Because you were perfect
But I'm running out of air. And it's not fair
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