"...Sometimes when I'm alone, I wonder
Is there a spell that I am under
Keeping me from seeing the real thing?
Is there a spell that I am under
Keeping me from seeing the real thing?
Love hurts
But sometimes it's a good hurt
And it feels like I'm alive..."
But sometimes it's a good hurt
And it feels like I'm alive..."
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