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Do my eyes deceive me?Or is it truly spring time in Paris for that piece of shitI don't care what's true, I don't care what you doto a stone that you hold in your armsAt the end of the day in heartswarmI was sick of the rodeoI was sick of the farmI was stuck in inside of dreams, coming off something pretty strongAnd you could've been fairYou could've been ruthless like the other girls in love with the warDown at the summer fair in heartswarmDearest darling, no one's in it for the long haulLook here, Kelly, no one's in it at allI was coming off something particularly strongYou had your gloves onThey looked fucking brutal as a storm From Letras Mania