She says she?ll meet me at the square
outside of intergrill
where the should-have-beens
mix with the never-wills
Under a scattered sky,
Between a fate and free will
and I look into her eyes her eyes her eyes her eyes her eyes
are so dilated and still
You?re a chemical girl
let?s call this chalice cup
I felt in love with you
as we were coming up.
But now that evening is disposed
along with amourous deceit.
Cause you?re a lovely girl
but just not for me
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