(five, six, seven ... fifty)
You fucked it up
You should have quit
'Till circumstances had changed a bit
You fucked it up
You jumped the gun
I swore you off, but you climbed back on
And when you said
Of course you know
Could I be blamed if I'd
Wished it so?
I don't think so
You fucked it up
Or was it you?
'Cause when you said it, I said it too
What of it?
And all the stuff
I knew before
Just turned into
Please love me more
Please love me more
Please love me more
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