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I curse my stars for a fair game While I nurse your scars from an old flame. If I let you down Like I tend to, I'm a fool for you. I'm a fool for you.
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 1:37 AM UTC
The Fool
I curse my stars for a fair game While I nurse your scars from an old flame. If I let you down Like I tend to, I'm a fool for you. I'm a fool for you.
ryn weaver
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 1:37 AM UTC
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