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I need a time living simple all out. |
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Don't give chase to flee. |
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Sitting on the freeway with silence of lily |
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Always come to mind. |
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And you're said so clearly that my arms feel you warm. |
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It seems like story so dreamy, |
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Floating in my eyes, words, feelings. |
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You're always kind and pity. |
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Much more you can sigh. |
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I was true giving my right arm. |
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I just head down the freeway to the place |
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Where you call for a true arm. |
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What is your guidelines? |
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What is your problems? |
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You drop me home. |
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I was sick of your decisions. |
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You know I really head out. |
