A spell you threw my way,
Oh, I remembered that day.
Triggered my mental disarray,
Oh, now you gotta pay.
It was the first week of May,
Back when I was still gay.
It was crazy in a way,
That was before you got away.
Writings of a Phobophobe.
A spell you threw my way,
Oh, I remembered that day.
Triggered my mental disarray,
Oh, now you gotta pay.
It was the first week of May,
Back when I was still gay.
It was crazy in a way,
That was before you got away.
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