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I’ve been so many places in my life and time. And I’ve sung a lot of songs, I’ve made some bad rhymes.
I’ve acted out my life in stages, ten thousand people watching. But we’re alone now and I’m singing this song to you.
I know your image of me is where I hope to be.
I treated you unkindly, darling, can’t you see?
There’s no one more important to me, darling, darling, can’t you just see through me?
We’re alone now and I’m singing this song to you.
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- gatsby: hey i just met you
- gatsby: and this is crazy
- gatsby: but i'm going to spend most of my life and wealth in an attempt to pursue you for your stunning vapidness and the warped image of yourself created in my mind as a precursor to my eventual fall
- gatsby: so call me maybe
Blow out all the candles, blow out all the candles
“You’re too old to be so shy,” he says to me so I stay the night
Just a young heart confusing my mind, but we’re both in silence
Wide-eyed, both in silence
Wide-eyed
