Spelades flitigt under mysstunder i Italien....
All alone in my room, think of you at a rate that is truly alarming
I keep looping my memories of you in my head,
I pretend that you want me
And I fall asleep and dream of alternate realities
And I put myself at ease by pretending that he still loves me
And I can't stop thinking about you
And I can't stop thinking about you
You never call, what do I do?
And I can't stop thinking about your love
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