Hey youre treading on my life Youre leaving marks, but thats alright In a year or so, Ill look back and Ill smile These things last only for a while In many ways this is a waste of time what will become of it all? I make you cry know you in crowded streets not what I wanted at all Then what else could I do instead of thinking about you? Pleasure now will justify our love See, I even call it "love" In many ways theres nothing Id rather do one kiss makes sense of it all And whats to come? Lets just not think about it, it might never happen at all.
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