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The last time that I talked to her, was the night she said goodbye. She said that love's a stranger. And it's sure to pass you by. As she packed up her belongings, she wouldn't look me in the eyes. But I thought a tear rolled off her face. As we both tryied so hard, not to cry. When I said: "I never wanted the stars, never shot for the moon. I like them right where they are, baby all I wanted was you. So I just turn away, 'cause I can't face the truth. All I'm trying to say, is all I want is you."
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