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An invitation to the grapevine,
yes, no.
Do I have to join?
Don't make it so.

Rumors will be the death of you.
I know you don't believe it,
but somewhere deep in your soul, 
you know the right thing to do.

One day it was rumored that I thought something crazy.
It sounded so true,
you believed it.
For once,
A rumor,
this rumor,
is actually true.