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See some days you would love me
Then you don’t, then you do, then you won’t,
Then you’re here, then you’re gone, I’m alone.
Now you got me stressin’ out on the phone
But it’s the last time
I’m moving on
I’m throwin on my Louboutins
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STEPPING OUT OF ROOM 516, TELLTALE BLOGGERS' CORDS IN THE BACKGROUND. |
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