We might as well be strangers pretending epiphany:
Our favourite game.
Love. Hate. Tragedy:
The same old story.
The things I've seen I can't forget.
We might as well be strangers in a hall of mirrors.
Cold as ice.
With this new disease we threw it all away.
We might as well be strangers my little needle.
You can't hide it.
Love like winter.
When you've got nothing to lose any dream will do.
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