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The car truns right
you dont no where to go...
Turing back was that my mistake shod i tern to the...
I no you don't listen wen i tell you i care i no...
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And with one last twist she wrote a poem with blood on her wrist |
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His heart best is her favorite song |
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As im walking im falling i feel so empt in side i want to open up to you buti feel youl take my pride |