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Ruined.I could count the bodies, the kisses, the stolen glances, the cotton mouths, the goosebumps, the shivers, the articles of clothing-- / But I don't remember much-- that is I've tried so hard to forget-- about those nights. It's working, it's working, it's working. Just don't dwell for too long. / I never liked the way those nights painted me: Confused, embarrassed, and on the verge of insane. I can remember that room and that bed and that couch.