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What will you want from me next time?

Uh-huh

What will you want from me next time?

I can feel it coming

I can feel it setting in

There’s something about summer

Something that inspires change

That needed fucking up

What will want from me next time?

I’m out of love

So what will you want from me next time?

Clara was saying:

Living is hard

And nothing is worth it

But I admire the camera work

We needed fucking up

I think we had it coming

We arrived at such a speed

And moments before impact

Burning up above the sea

You must be guilty of something

But maybe it’s beautiful

You are looking at four years for killing it

And Clara was saying

She’d feel the same

But no one can tell you

How to make love

We needed fucking up