how do you get out?
how do you get away from it all?
how do you know when you're happy?
how do you know when you're not?
how do you want me?
how do you like me?
I think you like the idea of me...
"I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other."
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