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To thee I am to you but is wasting time, To you as you step away from the rigour and cry, If ever I said was the truth because the truth has been a lie, To thee I am 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 disregard 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 with your pride and you playing your resentment cheap, To you you like to go martyr blame are just yours, To thee I am speaking to you no one else is that he what I am saying.
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To you who disregard these thinking with feet, To you I am left even when you were in my company, To you and you do not anything, To you and you do not anything, anything.
To you and you do not have anything, and I at least This syndrome incurable of both. To you and you do not anything.
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