Long Shot

Five, six, seven, fifty



You fucked it up

You should've quit

Till circumstances

Had changed a bit



You fucked it up

You jumped the gun

I swore you off but

You climbed back on



And when you said

Of course you know

Could I be blamed

If I'd wished it so, I don't think so



You fucked it up

Or was it you

'Cause when you said it

I said it too, what of it



And all that stuff

I knew before

Just turned into

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Please love me