I want to be off these crutches. At a beach far away. Dancing. Alone. Like a lunatic. But happy.
Blasting this song on repeat, as I've been doing the entire day. In my concrete loft.
In front of the computer. Sitting. Alone. Like a drone. Almost happy.
yeah i could find someone who'd never make me blue
cos nobody could ever tear me up like you
it's easy
hard as it looks
cos nobody could ever tear me up like you
it's easy
hard as it looks
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