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You might be gone |
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& even if I died tomorrow, |
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Im Luke 2 different people, |
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As the tears run down my face, I can't help to think, |
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I'm done. |
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Gone with the wind, |
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Yes, I might still like him, |
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That feeling when you see me, |
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I'm beginning to realize |
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And in the end. |