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favoring the limelight but all bets are off tonight build me a new empire based on your words be my mistake again or prove me wrong realize i am your loss i am an improvement over your usual catch unimpressive, bland they'll design a lie, just to entice your eye but i'm real when will this end? washing your placebos down with a conviction that they work is this the last cancelled reservation? don't dial in till you know your line play the boy for his voice he'll decode in his sleep preparing for the masses to carry your message to all till they become obsessed, too our love for the heiress to my heart grows complicated feelings that carry no reason jealous eyes manipulate corrupted and articulate demeanors that don't lack in style exactly what she wants she will have
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andie-beier
American
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May 6, 2013
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