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Spin for me little rough around the edges but thats nothing I can't fix
Mark my words as if I were a poet, words will matter most when I'm gone
Burn for me like the little engine that could do anything he put his heart against
This is the way that the most ill fated touched by star crossed lovers make ammends, lovers short on confidence
And now the only question left answer fear is how
And how these answers will be questioned
And don't forget to tell me of what is keeping you down
For nothing but the curiosity inside my soul I ask you do come clean
You're fake, you're fake but it's so much fun to be anyone yeah anything but what you are to me
