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All this stuff is making me old.
It's dangerous to live, I am told.
This planet looks so cute but it's cold.
I couldn't feel love,
and I couldn't think straight.
I couldn't feel trust,
and I couldn't trust fate.
I need someone whos good,
someone who's true.
Someone who's nice,
I need someone like you.
I couldn't go back,
and I couldn't go on.
Couldn't keep track,
and I needed someone.
Love of my life.
It's dangerous to live, I am told.
This planet looks so cute but it's cold.
I couldn't feel love,
and I couldn't think straight.
I couldn't feel trust,
and I couldn't trust fate.
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