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God a mess (unintended consequences) don't speak to me unintended consequences I know about unintended consequences because Sweden what I could have said anything else any other words it's what bar thought of spirit Irish stew hurt me love me? kiss me? forget all touch me? hits me? shoot me? love you with every sinew? and one day it will hurt all over to never touch you again to know...— I should never feared our eyes meet and inflamed me to never hear the name thought that somehow made my blood sing don't go don't leave me don't leave me more than two that last one I know (I'm sorry) I could have said that (good rest) could have said that