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I never had thoughts that controlled me until something bad left me so lonely I want it back, I want the old me I want it back, the odds that control me I messed that up, oh my god, I messed that up Tell me that you love me and I love you too
I could buy myself flowers, write my name in the sand, talk to myself for hours, say things you don't understand, and I could take myself dancing, yeah.
Run it back 100 times the world is yours but the city is not put it on your mothers live I can't believe you told me you would rather die because you're not here in Somalia still alive ha ha