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It's gets harder each day |
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And they tell me hold on tight, july's on its way.. but baby to be honest, it feels so far away.. |
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It's those words left unsaid that keep me waiting here for the day you come home |
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I would rather be happy, poor and free than miserable, rich, and tied down |
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& even after all of this, she'd still risk it all for you. |