love me, me, me, we could go on a trial basis, please...
i don't care if it's the-out-of-the-in crowd, a gang, a reason to smile...
i won't smother you, ah, shit, shit, please...
i want to be accepted;
i'll wear any kind of clothes you want.
I'm so tired of crying and dreaming...
i'm so alone.
is there anyone out here?
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