I see a little silhouetto of a man
Will you do the fandango?
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ＶＥＲＹ ＶＥＲＹ ＦＲＩＧＨＴＥＮＩＮＧ
I am just a poor boy, nobody loves me
HE IS JUST A POOR BOY FROM A POOR FAMILY, SPARE HIM HIS LIFE FROM THIS MONSTROSITY
easy come easy go will you let me go
What my life has become.
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.