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How much can a girl miss the life she will never have? How much can a girl regret hurting her younger self? How much more of this can I take? How much time until I'm gone with the wind? Oh Oh The stars are coming for me Oh Oh My suitcase is ready Oh Oh I don't want to go Oh Oh My heart somehow keeps beating I'll be gone and it will keep beating, that's for sure, not because I want to, that's just how it is