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they say i'm too young to love you, i don't know what i need.
          they think i don't understand the freedom land of the seventies.
          i think i'm too cool to know ya, you say i'm like the ice; i freeze.
          i'm churning out novels like beat poetry on amphetamines. 
          
          brooklyn baby; lana del ray

je ferais n'importe quoi pour toi, mais j'ai avalé le bubble-gum.

ᴊᴇ ɴᴇ ꜱᴜɪꜱ ᴘᴀꜱ ꜱᴀᴏᴜʟ,
          ᴊᴇ ꜱᴜɪꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛᴇ ɪʀᴠᴇ ᴅᴇ ᴠᴏᴜꜱ 
          ( i'm not drunk, i'm just intoxicated by you )

ᵇᵘᵗ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵉʸᵉˢ,
          ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᵒᶠ ᵐⁱⁿᵉ ?
          ᵃⁿᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉ,
          ᵈᵒ ⁱ ᶜʳᵒˢˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐⁱⁿᵈ ?
          ⁱ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈ, ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵉᵉ ᵐᵉ ⁱⁿˢᵗᵉᵃᵈ;
          'ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʰᵉ ˡᵒᵒᵏˢ ᵃˡᵒᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ⁱ ᵈⁱᵈ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗʰᵉⁿ.
          ᵇᵃᵇʸ, ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˡⁱᵉ ʰᵉ'ˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵃˡⁱᵏᵉ.

      
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ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ,
          ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵗᵉˣᵗ ᵐᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵍᵒᵒᵈᵇʸᵉ.
          ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ⁱ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˡᵒᵒᵏ 
          ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ
          ʷʰᵉⁿ ⁱ ᶜʳʸ.

im mad bc i wanna be an editor because i have so many ideas but there is NO WAY, i'd ever get ae or ANY OTHER EDITING SOFTWARE bc i simply have no fucking money but its cool

ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴏɴꜱ, ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪʀʏ
          ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ꜰʀᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ʙᴏᴅɪᴇꜱ.
          ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ, ɪᴛ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ,
          ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴜᴅ.
          ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴡɪᴍ. ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴡɪᴍ.
          ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴡɪᴍ. 
          
          ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɴᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙɪᴛᴇ,
          ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ, ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘʟᴇꜱꜱ ɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ.
          ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ꜱɪɢɴꜱ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴇᴅ.
          ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ, ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ.
          
          ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏ ʙɪɢ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀʏ.
          ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴀʏᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ.
          ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, 
          ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴍʏ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇᴅ.
          ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇꜱ, ɪ ʙᴇɢɢᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʏ.
          ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ' ʜᴇʏ ᴍᴀɴ, ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴡᴀʏ '

been a tyrant,
          been a pusher,
          pushing my disease. 
          breaking bones and taking everything in front of me. 
          priests and beggars lookin' up to heaven from their knees. 
          is anyone listening ? 
          
          OH MY DEAR LORD; THE UNLIKELY CANDIDATES