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歌词
You sound unreal this time
Like some awful Baudelaire
I don't believe you this time
I don't believe you
You look unreal this time
Like the fabulous queens
Out in all the bars
You know what that means
Now, potential kisses
Fall into the street
Like wasted winter breath
Hurts your chest down to your feet
And, this, your shame
Is it so strange
When I say love
You tremble at the knee?
You tremble at the knee?
You tremble at the knee?
You tremble at the knee?
