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Baby, |
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They call it, |
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A girl hanging out with a bunch of guys, |
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In the ruins of love, |
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What do I do? |
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I watch the birds waltz in the midst of crimson painted sky, |
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Thank you for loving me, |
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What doesn't succeed in killing you, |
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I put on my earphones, |
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I was never a good runner.... |