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| 06/26/2009 |
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•DECODE
(I'm screaming, "I love you so.")
On my own
(My thoughts you can't decode.)
How did we get here?
When I used to know you so well, yeah
but how did we get here?
Well, I think I know.
There is something I see in you.
It might kill me; I want it to be true.
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