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| This party is old and uninviting. Participants all in black and white. You enter in full blown technicolour. Nothing is the same after tonight. If the world were to fall apart, in a fiction-worthy wind, I wouldn't change a thing, Now that you're here. Love is a verb here in my room... here in my room... here in my room... Love is a verb here in my room... here in my room... here in my room... You enter and close the door behind you. Now show me the world as seen from the stars. If only the lights would dim a little. I'm wary of eyes upon my scars. If the world were to fall apart, in a fiction-worthy wind, I wouldn't change a thing, Now that you're here. Love is a verb here in my room... here in my room... here in my room... Love is a verb here in my room... here in my room... here in my room... Pink tractorbeam into your incision Head spinning as free as Dervishs' whirl I came here expecting next to nothing So thank you for being 'that' kind of girl ::me:: at 07:17
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