| Old-Fashioned Mexican Standoff And I promised you the truth. In this world that frames chaotic. And I'm sick of your abuse. A reprise that sells neurotic. I can see it in your eyes. An emotion in disguise. Let's give destiny a chance, baby. A distraction called romance. Have I ever lied to you? In this moment, we're connected. And I say it and it's true. You can't help but breathe infected. I can see it in your eyes. An emotion in disguise. Let's give destiny a chance, baby. A distraction called romance. |
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