Killingme slow, out the window. I'm alwyas waiting for you to be waiting below. Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes. What doesn't kill me makes me want you more. And it's new, the shape of your body. It's blue, the feeling I've got. And it's ooh, whoa, oh. It's a cruel summer. It's cool, that's what I tell 'em.
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