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One by one, drinks are gone... do I have to stay? Hate the sound of one more pound as it rolls away. Why did I need your proof when I knew the truth?
And I don't know why I just let it slip by me all the time, I just wish you'd have tried
I don't want to know your game let alone her name, no matter what you say to me: we are not the same. Why did you make me cry? Try to justify. Don't right your wrongs with my mistakes, 'coz my head's held high!
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Dreams we have as kids all fade away, now it's not the same.