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Standard pick-up lines
That seem to wreck your bones
Can this be a sequel of my dying hope?
Chasing down a neverending make-believe
But you're a perfect match of consistency
Will you come back in a heartbeat?
Don't be confused of what a great thing we could be
We'll take walk at the same street
Now can you tell me how Boston is like, without me?
Your image's stamped beneath
The insides of my heart
Now you're gone, I don't know where to start
The evidence is showing
Like a stable apprehension
But you're the only one who's apt
For this affection