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Just like The Great Gatsby movie. It's all kind of aesthetic...

Here.

Upon a hill across the blue lake, that's where I had my first heartbreak. I still remember how it all changed.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

There's no strangers to love, you know the rules, and so do I.

So, wont you turn around?

You see money, right there.

Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing.

You've been waiting so long, I'm here to answer your call. I know that I shouldn't have had you waiting at all.

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