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The past has ransacked my kitchen.        It shattered some glass, --here are the images you cannot erase--        overturned a chair --don't you wanna fall in love with me--        flipped the clock crazy, --never waste my precious time--        scattering the pots and pans. --Here you go. More secrets to uncover -- I recognize this hot mess.          

you like to show me off at parties sit back then offer up protection as you flash your tuxedo smile and two-step me to your car where I know you intend to keep pushing the pedal in a race against your wind like a lightbulb showing itself off before dying.