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idag har varit en konstig dag
Why can't only things be like they were
It’s not the same when I now look and speak to her
I may be changed but so have she
It’s like we're prisoners and we just can’t get free
I see her eyes the same old eyes
But then she breaks me down and makes our feelings die
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