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sleeping at last





 "I know exactly how the rule goes

Put my mask on first

No, I don't want to talk about myself
Tell me where it hurts

I just want to build you up, build you up
'Til you're good as new
And maybe one day I will get around fixing myself too
I don't even know where to start
Already tired of trying to recall when it all fell apart

I just want to love you, to love you, to love you well
I just want to learn how, somehow, to be loved myself"




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