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And you can't talk to me
when I'm like this
Daring you to leave me just so
I can try and scare you
You’re the West Village
You still do it for me, babe
They all warned us
about times like this
They say the road gets
hard and you get lost
When you're led by blind faith.

False God, Taylor Swift.

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