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Diamonds, princess, just mind ya business.
These rumors are senseless, your whispers are endless.
I never promised perfection, but i've got a good heart.
Don't ever think you even know the half of it.
I think that we're all in our private traps. Clamped in them, and none of us can ever get out. We scratch and we claw, but only at the air, only at each other. And for all of it, we never budge an inch.
