Foolish GamesYou're always brilliant in the morning. Smoking your cigarette, and talking over coffee. Your philosopies on arts Baroque moves, do you like Mozart? and you speak of your loved ones as i clumsily strummed my guitar. Well, excuse me, guess I've mistaken you for somebody else, somebody who give a damn. Somebody more like myself.
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