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Looks like |
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I've done what |
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I can Tried to give my last breath |
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It was all that |
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I had So I ruled with my pen |
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Try to call you my friend |
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Becoming more what you request |
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Who's going to finish my coffee now that you're gone? |
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Looks like |
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I've done it again |
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Try to be all |
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I am Not enough to have your hand |
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So I travelled far |
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With your letters in my hands |
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And then stand with confidence |
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Who's going to make me laugh now that you're gone? |
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Who's going to make me laugh now that you're gone? |
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Looks like |
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I've done it again |
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Put my trust in a man |
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Who made my garden next to him |
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But I can breathe on my own |
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I do not need his backbone |
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Though it was nice sometimes to lean |
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Now I seem lost and inbetween |
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Who's going to make me laugh now that you're gone? |
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Why do words sometimes grow weak as time goes on? |
