fault in our stars
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When you talk about the past The person you fell in love with It was not me When you talk about the present I see pain over the past How disappointing it must have been Have fallen in love with me To have fallen in love with who I was not I was ju
Even with plastic tubes tangked through my hair,
Eating death at every meal,
Take me to France my love?
Or we just flying towards death?
Smokin' your non-lit cancer stick
