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It's 4 am, I'm waking up to your perfume.
Don't get up, I'll get through on my own.
I don't know if I'm home, or if I've lost my
way into your room.
I'm smiling into my doom, I'm feeling half
alive, but I know one day you and I will be
free, to live and die by our own rules.
Free, despite the fact that men are fools.
Annons