and now, somehow,
I've misplaced my luck.
This gear's fallen
out of place
out of time
out of hope.
I've fallen for you,
not you...
him.
Who?
How
did this happen?
I wish I knew.
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| I feel like giving up, and now, somehow, I've misplaced my luck. This gear's fallen out of place out of time out of hope. I've fallen for you, not you... him. Who? How did this happen? I wish I knew. |
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