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i want the nights that you moved for mei work the weekends cause you're not freeand i missed the sneak preview and the matineeand now you act all indiecause we made dialogue that sounded like a moviethat ended up not so innocently sobbing and luckily for youno one was recording so i got up and made some teai don't have the skills for film-making babybut you know i just developed the ones for making you crazybesides movies only remind me to just keep on dreamingwell i dream of a bollywood endingwhere i love your burning hearti miss it when beamslet me dance with you the worst you've ever seenonly cause it's so god damn convincingyou will let me get in on the fiery lovingso what'll it be then baby?lets work some red carpentry and then we can thank the academy From Letras Mania