They're all in love with the way that she smiles, like a jumper by the balcony. She's in love with the colors of her bruises, they remind her of Monet and limousines.
Let me take control, I know, I know, where I wanna go.
Placed on his forearms were the worst scars I had ever seen, and I've seen some bad ones, believe you me. The mosh pit knocked me down to my knees, and he helped me back up steadily to my feet.
Let me take control, I know, I know, where I wanna go.
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