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No! This is about my soul, isn't it? ...I don't care, Edward. I don't care! You can have my soul. I don't want it without you-it's yours already! |
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The words whispering in my ear |
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Who needs weed to get high when you can just fall in love? |
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I'd kill to be beautiful. |
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I shouldn't want you like this. |
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I don't want to forget how your voice sounds. |
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I quit pretending that you were in love with me. |
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And I'm sorry...sorry for thinking that I had a chance. I just-I...I'm sorry. |
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We might as well be strangers... |
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Preceding what became our bitter end. |