thinking of you, wherever you are
Sometimes I think I was born backwards, you know, come out my mum the wrong way. I hear words come pass me backwards. The people I should love, I hate. And the people I hate I love.
got you wrapped around my finger, babe. you can count on me to misbehave.
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