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He who walks slow....enjoys tha end!!! |
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He came as a frined then turn in to more, in dreams he came. He was careing like no other. He was there when the others were not! Thanks baby I love you is the only thing I can say to my friends that became more. |
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Sometimes letting go feels like hanging on |
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I would die to see that smile all over again. |
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It doesn’t matter whats Ur car and what U dress |
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Miss you more |
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West to the land |
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What do you do, |
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What do you do, |
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What do you do, |