I thought you were dope
So I never gave up hope
Asked you to runaway with me and elope
For you and me we alike we were misanthropes
Preferred being alone it was how we coped
And upon each other we will dote
Because we are in tune and we hit the right notes
So we went for it, we went for broke
Now I am spending my whole life with you so I am stoked
And I hope this will last until the day I croak
For all I need is you and no other folk
So you can call my a white punk living on hope
Looking to live out a happy ending now ain’t that dope.
fauxcroft 
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