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I've listened to her, I see her try, Sometimes I think that she will build herself a coffin with the tears she cries. In the moment, it clutches me And I cling to her side Reassuring her that we will forever be Bonnie and Clyde. As soon as I've got her Gooey and soothed, I find myself looking at my options to choose. I never want to hurt her, I don't want to, It's true. But I know she will forgive me, She doesn't know how not to. So when I've missed a date, I already know my fate, She will cry and I'll soothe Because I know I'll be forgiven despite her shoulda, woulda, coulda.
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Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 1:02 PM UTC
I know what I'm doing.
I've listened to her, I see her try, Sometimes I think that she will build herself a coffin with the tears she cries. In the moment, it clutches me And I cling to her side Reassuring her that we will forever be Bonnie and Clyde. As soon as I've got her Gooey and soothed, I find myself looking at my options to choose. I never want to hurt her, I don't want to, It's true. But I know she will forgive me, She doesn't know how not to. So when I've missed a date, I already know my fate, She will cry and I'll soothe Because I know I'll be forgiven despite her shoulda, woulda, coulda.
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Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 1:02 PM UTC
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