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Does absence make the heart grow fonder? |
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Oh, this time you're wrong, |
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That question i asked,how long does this cost? |
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While beaten by self resurges, |
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My mid recalls, |
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We cheated the blind, the most buttress of all, hey. |
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The lines of battle, could have been drawn two years ago, |
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But where were you? Get your hands out of my grave. |
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There is no future, there is just one long past, |
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But i won't cry, i'll pretend like i don't mind. |
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Does absence make the heart grow fonder, |
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Oh, this time you're wrong, |
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That question i asked,how long does this cost? |
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While beaten by self resurges, |
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My mid recalls, |
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We cheated the blind, the most buttress of all. |
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The only message is the one that never gets through, |
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It's only lies, seems to me it's only lies. |
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You were drawn to me, but i'll never be drawn to you, |
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And you know why, get your hands out of my grave. |
