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Twilight is a drug. . . |
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Oh I'm with the |
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Bella, you are |
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Edward: I'm gonna take you to my place tomorrow. |
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You better hold on |
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Edward: I tell you I can read minds |
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I'll be your Bella |
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Look after my heart |
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Yes, I am one of those |
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. . . And then his cold, marble lips |