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* i'm going on a date tonight to try to fall out of love with you, i know, i know this is a crime but i don't know what else to do
* i'm taking an interest in illustration it should be a laugh, but your words are with me still, they whisper in the grass
* we'll find a cathedral city, you can convince me i am pretty
* i'll be criticized for lending out my art, i was criticized for letting you break my heart
* we could send letters, beautiful, let us? i could illustrate for you my day to day, would that mend us?
* new year's resolution to kiss you like i mean it, with cheeks the colour of rhubarb; we'll be fine
* you had the ring before you found the girl, if it were up to you would she be suffering still?
* careless love and i didn't talk, for it wasn't my style. i've had enough. i don't think that we can really be friends, but i'll try again.
* don't you worry, don't get in a state. i don't believe in true love anyway, oh, who's being pessimistic now? i could document this as our first, as our last row. the more you look forlorn the more to you i warm
* courage, my love, it makes me bolder. expecting softness can lead to foolishness. when i choose my color it will be razzle dazzle rose.
* i'm taking an interest in illustration it should be a laugh, but your words are with me still, they whisper in the grass
* we'll find a cathedral city, you can convince me i am pretty
* i'll be criticized for lending out my art, i was criticized for letting you break my heart
* we could send letters, beautiful, let us? i could illustrate for you my day to day, would that mend us?
* new year's resolution to kiss you like i mean it, with cheeks the colour of rhubarb; we'll be fine
* you had the ring before you found the girl, if it were up to you would she be suffering still?
* careless love and i didn't talk, for it wasn't my style. i've had enough. i don't think that we can really be friends, but i'll try again.
* don't you worry, don't get in a state. i don't believe in true love anyway, oh, who's being pessimistic now? i could document this as our first, as our last row. the more you look forlorn the more to you i warm
* courage, my love, it makes me bolder. expecting softness can lead to foolishness. when i choose my color it will be razzle dazzle rose.