Why are you always undone?
You lurk in the darkest corners
Awaiting some heavenly ascension
You know you won't find any liquor
Or that stuff your friend does
But c'mon, we've all had our stumbles
And some nights it almost feels like love
It feels like love
Now, now, now
It feels like love
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