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I've been as careless as VersaillesIn getting ready for you tonightOld bracelets in a box somewhereMy hair adorns me rightI'm here, a flourishing and jovial maleI am all spirits and tall talesMy arms would be your sentimental bedIf it ends as well as it is in my headI didn't see you come inBut I knew the room had been brighter sinceNo one can help but notice how you shine in all this decadenceI stare you down and storm towards youPolitely as I do, and meet you with a perfect smileAs your fucking boyfriend kisses youYou don'tYou, you don'tYou, you don'tYou, you don'tYou, you don'tAll the classical music in the world couldn't bleed as deeply as a broken-hearted teenagerBroken-hearted teenagerLetras de cancionesYou, you don'tYou, you don'tYou, you don'tYou, you don'tAll the classical music in the world couldn't bleed as deeply as a broken-hearted teenagerBroken-hearted teenager From Letras Mania