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they said, i had the chance,
to make the same mistake twice
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maybe it was only , my side of the story
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the joy i could feel is so close to me
and i could try, to build it all the time
till' i run out of it .
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behind every
succsesful
woman is a
trail of dead
man who tried
to stand in her
way. |
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