| So since I’m dropping names then I invoke the ghost of chloe, caved in from the
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| hotel lobby and this was her reply:
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| -I don’t care about your girlfriend, I don’t care for London
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| There’s no conversation, never contact me again-
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| So I stalked her, I found her, and god she looks happier, borne on the strong
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| arms of men she adores
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| I don’t want the stars from you, I don’t mind that everything’s ending
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| I don’t want the stars from you, I don’t want the stars (frozen imploded,
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| whole galaxies die alone, I don’t want the stars)
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| Take your old life; |
| dropped your crutches, found the friends that don’t pick
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| you up aren’t your friends at all. |
| Take it
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| I don’t want the (YOU DON’T GET TO SAY IT YOU DON’T GET TO SAY IT) stars.
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| I don’t want the stars from you, I don’t mind that everything’s ending.
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| I don’t want the stars from you, I don’t want the stars. |
| I don’t want the
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| stars from you, I don’t want the stars (frozen imploded, whole galaxies die
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| alone, hey don’t get in that car) |