For you, I'd give up all I own
And move to a communist country
If you came with me, of course
And I'd file my nails so they don't hurt you
And lose those pounds, and learn about football
If it made you stay, but you won't, but you won't.
So don't bother
I won't die of deception
I promise you won't ever see me cry
Don't feel sorry
I won't die of deception
I promise you won't ever see me cry
Don't feel sorry
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