broken

Maybe this time tomorrow, hopeless to help myself,

I'm gonna cheat on you with one... or with another, —

cool off, you're not my first with a heart ripped, and

guilt, it isn't yours but mine, having much love to give

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Maybe this time tomorrow, I'm gonna cheat on you

but what's the tonic now is four-day creep, we're in,

when I am yours at infinite while you are mine, total;

total in love, romantic incurable, hellishly passional

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Maybe this time tomorrow, when some incertitudes

will look for you, another's arms will cuddle you and

with appealing lips will kiss you, while you will think

to let a note, (I'll cheat on you... It's not your fault...)

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(narrates with broken hearts, a mistress, and a dude)