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Well it's love, make it hurt

Staring into the intersection
She thinks that she can fly and she might
Holding on in a new direction
she's gonna try it tonight
The closer I get to feeling
The further that I'm feeling from alright
The more I step into the sun
The more I step out of the light

Jessica is covered in a blanket
On a sunday porch
Thinking on the weekends
She would party in the city
She doesn't have a flame
She'd prefer to burn out like a torch
If she gets nowhere in life
At least she knows she's pretty

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