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It All Feels Worth It

I pour you a drink as police helicopters start to circle.
It’s just you, me and the music tonight,
because the beats don’t mind all the things we‘ve done.
They never judge,
I’m nestled on your knee,
singing the sublime song of our decline,
because I know it’s all over,
and there’s blood all over our hands,
your red fingerprints are all over my body,
and it all feels worth it.
Hopeless, but worth it.

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