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The girl protected the girl
Without the girl knowing
So instead of protection
It was stone throwing
It was brittle breakage of stone
It was a forest fire alone
It was a burn down, it was complete
I already know, I walk down the street
Late at night in the dark
I know all about the park
So if you think I’m dumb as hell
Then you can go too aswell
And I’ll leave your cloak and dagger
In the pub with my swagger
Hahaha, I laugh myself
I thought love was something else