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| Oh Michael, every day I greet you as a friend, but I hide my true feelings behind an uncomfortable facade. Every night I lay awake in my cold, lonely bed, wishing you were there beside me... | |
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| ...holding me close to you, cradling me in your arms. I yearn to bear my soul to you, but alas this can never be... | |
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| ...I read what it said in those boxes above your head Gus... | |
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