with my bloody lips, and your broken arms, we'll turn into one and we'll sing the same song. with my sinking feet and your heavy heart, no don't you start. no don't you start this again.
Times like these you have to try to not get your hopes up.
The spirit can handle anything but loathes being tried.
I really hope this weekend works out/I'll do whatever I can to make it work
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