What, who where
to listen to
I don't exactly want
to be like you
but there's a shine
on you
I wish was mine
it's true
what's to be done
and who's the real one
Don't care what
the story is exactly
maybe that's
the huntsman
that has tracked me
and the final arrow
in my heart
the only clue I missed
was not to start
but what could
you call all this
and who do
you think you are
to greet me with a kiss
I know I'm
no one to be dragged away
who would bother
what would be
the point anyway
what
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