This is the rhythm of the plot
Who made the promise
Our vulgar breakup
I try to be brave and relaxed
Beautiful fake
I laugh at you for thinking too much
When the lights were off
The piano player next door
The shadow of the car on the roof
Garbage is waiting to be recycled
When the lights are off
I don't want to talk anymore
Quiet, covering your mouth and laughing at me
I started shaking
This is the rhythm of the plot
Who made the promise
Our vulgar breakup
I try to be brave and relaxed
Beautiful fake
I laugh at you for thinking too much
When the lights were off
The piano player next door
The shadow of the car on the roof
Garbage is waiting to be recycled
When the lights are off
I don't want to talk anymore
Quiet, covering your mouth and laughing at me
I started shaking
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