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Standard Deviations� �
So how'd you get to me, do spare us a clue. It's not like your lover's what
someone wanted to be when he grew up, least not me anyway. But you move like a
nicotine habit on the last breath of a wounded soldier. Like, I'm standing here same's you expected me to, and still you won't give me the time of day.
Everything I do is done that way just to stay away from you. |
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