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I used to know a blonde who every time,

got what she wanted cause she was sure fine,

once upon a time her looks made me blind,

and still to this day i don't really mind,

laying back to back way uptown,

waking up with me so i know you don't get around,

what's that sound? could it be monsters?

speaking in mumbles, or really my subconscious,

reminding me i fucked up? lost a bad girl,

and i won't find another like her in this sad world,

she called me crazy cause that was how i acted,

i just pretend i didn't and extract it,

straight through this massive, immovable wall,

i still see your face, like when you used to call,

once had you blocked but changed it in the hopes that,

you might one day miss me and want to go back.