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There's no fireflies in Ireland and it makes me sad sometimes.
it's not getting better, I'm getting worse
and I'm not moving forward.
You're Brigitte Bardot in 1956, you were everything.
And Sophia Loren a little less than a year later.
And if you can't tell, I still think that you were a smokeshow,
even if you're so open about your sex life,
Marilyn Monroe is nothing next to you.
There's no fireflies in Ireland and it keeps me awake sometimes,
you do too, you're a sleep spindle, the feeling of falling, the feeling of movement, through you.
You were always too prominent
in my heart, in my head, and in my skin.
You're Brigitte Bardot in 1956, you were everything.
And Sophia Loren a little less than a year later.
And if you don't mind, I might keep thinking about you,
even after the bite marks on my neck leave,
Marilyn Monroe is nobody next to you.
You're Brigitte Bardot in 1956, you were everything.
And Miley a little less than a year ago.
Sweetheart, there's people that love you more than they love themselves,
so you can stop hating yourself;
she's nobody next to you.
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