Hi so I like to over analyze songs because I'm not like other girls

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I'll probably update this really slowly because its a lot easier to think in my head, "oh this reminds me of blank-" than to actually write it and why, but imma try.

lmao I'm a poet and I didn't even know it.Tous Droits Réservés

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Why "All The Things She Said" by t.A.T.u. resembles Cal and Vince perfectly
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Why "All The Things She Said" by t.A.T.u. resembles Cal and Vince perfectly
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