see, you met me at an interesting time. if my past is any sign of your future you should be warned before i let you inside. hold on to whatever you find baby, hold on to whatever will get you through. hold on to whatever you find baby, i don't trust myself with loving you. i will beg my way into your garden and i will break my way out when it rains, just to get back to the place where I started so i can want you back all over again. who do you love? girl i see right through, through your love. who do you love, me or the thought of me?
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