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i just thought we could be the greatest definition of a beautiful mess

You and I go on at each other like we're going to war You and I get sick, I know that we can't do this no more But baby there you go again, making me love you And I stop using my head, let it all go Now you're stuck on my body, like a tatoo And now I'm feeling stupid, coming back to you And I know I said it a milion times But I'll only stay with you one more night Try to tell you no, but my body keeps on telling you yes I'll be waking up in the morning, probably hating myself I'll be waking up inner satisfied, guilty as hell

 
 
 

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