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July 2010
Your body's cold Hope is lost I can't let go Can I die with you so we can never grow old? Count the times With this note you left behind As I read the words I hear you telling me why Too late, too la
Your body's cold Hope is lost I can't let go Can I die with you so we can never grow old? Count the times With this note you left behind As I read the words I hear you telling me why Too late, too la
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