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In the middle of July, baby\n  I'll be sad and beautiful\n  I will be sad and beautiful\n  And I'll wait and pray\n  For warmer days to come\n  Until then I'm numb and\n\n  Life goes on, life goes on\n  She gets her money, then a taxi home\n  She hunt alone, hurts alone\n  In her castle on the hill, where no one comes or no one goes\n  Yeah, and her heart is blue, dress is red\n  Your text is green and left on read\n  Yeah, just like roses, violets are blue\n  Regret is a bitch, I have a feeling\n  You'll be meeting her soon\n\n  Picture me, I am a silhouette\n  I am a sob story, standing in the rain in a summer dress\n  I know I won't be sad forever\n  Tonight I kiss the bottle on the lips\n  'Cause desperate times require desperate pleasure\n\n  I don't need another friend\n  Pull up at this petrol station, please\n  So I can buy a large bottle of gin\n  Crying in a stranger's car\n  Have fun with Alice at the bar\n  Baby, I'll become the queen of hearts\n\n  Cold girls get by, cold 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dress\n  Only so much the heart can take\n  I thought he had plans to love me\n  But it seems I made a grave mistake\n  Watching them from far away\n  He wrapped his arms, I'd die to live inside\n  Around her perfect little tiny waist\n  A sucker punch into my chest\n  Tonight I kiss the bottle on the lips\n  Since desperate times require desperate pleasures\n\n  I don't need another friend\n  Pull up at this petrol station, please\n  So I can buy a pack of cigarettes\n  Crying in a stranger's car\n  Have fun with Alice at the bar\n  As I become the queen of hearts\n\n  Cold girls get by, cold girls won't cry\n  I'll become the winter woman\n  I wear floor-length fake fur coats\n  In the middle of July, baby\n  I'll be sad and beautiful\n  I will be sad and beautiful\n  And I'll wait and pray\n  For warmer days to come\n\n  Until then I know that life goes on\n  Life goes on\n  She gets her money, and a—\n  Life, life, go, go, go, go, go, go\n  Life goes on, life goes on\n  She gets 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