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take me to the dance.
hold me in your arms.
it might be your last chance.
so, what's the harm?

see, you have this special charm.
that reels in girls around you.
around you, i feel fuzzy and warm.
i wish that you did, too.
For: Jenny Thoma
i finally told you:
i have bulimia.
at least, you caught on.
at least, you worried.
i'm sorry-i'm sorry, stop yelling, i love y
For: Jenny Thoma i'm so soryr
full of bile,
i need to *****
acid reflux makes it worse,
but i deserve this.
i'm hurting myself
but that's alright.
i want this,
i need this,
i can stop at any time.
For: Jenny Thoma, Huxley Densen
I fell in love with your heart,
and our words were a work of art.
Together, in harmony,
we made a world of our own.

Now your words are set in stone.
I'm sitting here all alone.
Perhaps us, together, wasn't smart.
But we together were a work of art.
For: Huxley Densen
Do you have a heart
Or only half a heart?
You gave it to her.
The one whose name contains art.

Heart contains art,
And you are a work of art.
She ruthlessly ripped you up.
The one whose name contains art.

You still want her,
However bad she is.
You still want her.
The one whose name contains art.
For: Huxley Densen
I've got a crush on you,
But, not you on me.
If I told you,
Crush would mean two different things.
For: Jenny Thoma
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