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Lipstick stains and they're all in short hand,
Where everything's a corner, my high,
Look up leaves, rains, and the sunshine pours in,
Where you can mind,
The glass box until it breaks,
Broken hearts make a brand new tattoo,
With a rose in the space that's just for you,
Not succeeding but doing just fine,
And the more that I know, the less I care.
