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I slow dance with Circumstance She looks on me with even calm, Sickly disdain and pure love, puncturing the moment I listen to love songs, And my lover is Time. I wish I was The Weeknd slow dancing with A fine woman I wish Pete Wentz would just come our of the woods and save my *** Buy me a truckload of music equipment And everything I need I have piles of these desperate wishes saved up in my soul Because I feel too brilliant to be down this far I feel mixed up in my circumstance So I tell her I love her Tell her I mean well But I figure I'm just as ambivalent as she I listen to love songs And my lover is Time I want to be looked on fondly by the future I want to be remembered But there are so many other people.
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Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 9:50 PM UTC
Love Songs
I slow dance with Circumstance She looks on me with even calm, Sickly disdain and pure love, puncturing the moment I listen to love songs, And my lover is Time. I wish I was The Weeknd slow dancing with A fine woman I wish Pete Wentz would just come our of the woods and save my *** Buy me a truckload of music equipment And everything I need I have piles of these desperate wishes saved up in my soul Because I feel too brilliant to be down this far I feel mixed up in my circumstance So I tell her I love her Tell her I mean well But I figure I'm just as ambivalent as she I listen to love songs And my lover is Time I want to be looked on fondly by the future I want to be remembered But there are so many other people.
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Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 9:50 PM UTC
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