So go on and I will refrain. And I'll keep on running this neverending race. Maybe next time will be the right time. And maybe next time will be your time.
So save your scissors for someone else's skin. My surface is so tough, I don't think the blade will dig in. Save your strength. Save your wasted time. There's no way that I want you to be left behind. Go on and save your scissors. Save your scissors.
So why does it always seem that everytime I turn around somebody falls in love with me? This has never been my soul intention. And I never claimed to have patents on such inventions.
Just save your scissors for someone else's skin. My surface is so tough I don't think the blade will dig in. Save your strength. Save your wasted time. There's no way that I want you to be left behind. Go on and save your scissors. Save your scissors.
There is something that I must confess to you tonight. To you tonight. And that is I expect nothing less from you tonight. From you tonight.
Go on and save your scissors.
Save your scissors.
Save your scissors.
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