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To thee I am talking to you but is time, To you as you away from the rigour and melancholy cry, If ever I was the truth because the truth has always been a lie, To I am talking to you but you forgive mother what I am saying.
To you you lack the courage to fight for you, To you you with Channel cover the traces of my kisses, To you and you do not anything, To you and you do not anything, anything.
To you who these thinking with their feet, To you I am left alone even when you in my company, To you and you do not anything, To you and you do not anything, anything.
To thee I am speaking to you as and resigned, To you who sleep your pride and you stop playing your resentment cheap, To you you like to go apportioning blame that are yours, To thee I am to you because no one else is that he understands I am saying.
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To you who disregard these with their feet, To you I am left alone even when you in my company, To you and you do not anything, To you and you do not anything, anything.
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