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I win because tell me, am I right to think that there could be nothing better than making you my bride and slowly growing old together? Don't you feed me lines about some idealistic future, your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures. I know that I have made mistakes and I swear I'll never wrong you again. You've got a lure I can't deny, but you've had your chance, so say goodbye.
I win because I watch the patchwork farms slow fade into the ocean's arms, and from here they can't see me stare, the stale taste of recycled air, I watch the patchwork farms slow fade into the ocean's arms, calm down, release your cares, the stale taste of recycled air.
I win because I know you're wise beyond your years, but do you ever get the fear that your perfect verse is just a lie you tell yourself to help you get by?
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