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| I just died in your arms tonight. It must have been something you said. Broken hearts lie all around me and I don't see an easy way to get out of this. | |
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| Her diary it sits on the bedside table. The curtains are closed. The cats in the cradle. Who would've thought that a boy like me could come to this? | |
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