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Nothing.
So this is where the pain starts?
It's like where, drifting apart.
Like a ship set to sail.
Across the seven seas.
Just let me know,
When your going to go.
When your going leave,
Because you got sick of controlling me.
It's like where, drifting apart.
Like a ship set to sail.
Across the seven seas.
Just let me know,
When your going to go.
When your going leave,
Because you got sick of controlling me.
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