Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry. Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, I don’t know why. Choose your last words, this is the last time. Cause you and I, we were born to die.
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People aren’t either wicked or noble. They’re like chef’s salads, with good things and bad things chopped and mixed together in a vinaigrette of confusion and conflict.