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Fell right into his tricks, too far,
Until he told me why
Chances like ours were rare, a
Kind of ocean pearl, or a blackened moon.
Low and behold, he had tricked me again, into his car,
Off to his hotel room, so
Very quietly, no one would notice us,
Even though everyone already knows.
Until he told me why
Chances like ours were rare, a
Kind of ocean pearl, or a blackened moon.
Low and behold, he had tricked me again, into his car,
Off to his hotel room, so
Very quietly, no one would notice us,
Even though everyone already knows.
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