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It was a very normal night, I was attending a party And I had many different drinks made of sweet fermented fruits I convinced myself of certain little things I convinced myself on a b-b-bed of strings That home is just the rent where the goodie kids repent And the Blu-Tack posters infiltrate my eye I fucking love you, I think you're pretty I fucking love you, all of the time I fucking love you, I think you're pretty And I wanna make you mine Well, I remember the first time that I got to kiss you sober I remember the first time as if it is right now I was just myself, maybe I was less (Who knows?) Now I have been both and I'm convinced That home is on a bus seat, home can go without me Home can reinvent itself today I fucking love you, I think you're pretty I fucking love you, all of the time I fucking love you, I think you're pretty And I wanna make you mine And everybody's birthday signifies their first day Going it alone in love (In love, in love) I fucking love you, I think you're pretty I fucking love you, all of the time I fucking love you, I think you're pretty And I wanna make you mine I fucking love you, I think you're pretty I fucking love you, all of the time I fucking love you, I think you're pretty And I wanna make you mine, all mine, all mine