How I wish that I could tell you it’s all in the past, but I was never good at lying. And baby, since you last, I don’t want to hear that song again. From the night we first met. I don’t want to hear you whispering. Things I’d rather forget. I don’t want to look into your eyes. Cuz you know what happens next? will be making love and then I’ll fall over again. I can’t begin to tell you just how
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