The Lace In Her Dress
Is The Deepest Shade Of RedI Think That She's Starting
To Get Into My HeadI Think That You're Perfect
That's What I Know She SaidI Might Have To Change
Now That The Old Me Is DeadI Might Need To Stop
It Was Fire In Your Eyes I ReadI Want To Tell You
There's Nothing In Plan AheadI Don't Know What I'm Feeling
As I Lie Down In BedBut Laying Here Alone
I Wish I Was With You Instead

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Conflicting Emotions
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