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I don't doubt it. I can lose my soul because of your heartbreak. But I don't think so.

If you come, forgive me. Tell me flowers. Tell me batteries.

Even if it's worth it to me, I've burned your chains, and I didn't give you the last good-bye.

Even if you come to decorate me, you'll forget me even if you come, tell me flowers I pay you and forgive you.

I'm all law and I loved you hard, but let me tell you it's my words last good-bye, last good-bye.