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I don't know if I like dreams anymore I keep torturing myself too wake up too see if your really there so I pray too hopefully get too see you again cause the doc told me my heart is fine so I'm going to build a dance hall in your name in the hopes you come find me cause I decided I want what my aunt and uncle have not dollars cause 63 cents on the dollar ain't worth the paper it's printed on
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