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She never looked nice, she looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice it was supposed to make you feel something
When you looked over your shoulder
For a minute, I forget that I'm older
I wanna dance with you right now
Oh, and you look as beautiful as ever
And I swear that everyday you'll get better
You make me feel this way somehow
Repost from One Last Time
That's called the Falling Angel
It's an amusement park ride
Some sort of rollercoaster
It takes you up and when it brings you down
It gives you butterflies
But I see her in the back of my mind all the time
Like a fever, like I'm burning alive, like a sign
Did I cross the line?
