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I will be honest, I wasn't devastated But you could've held my hand through this, baby Let my mind run underneath warm jets I run my hands through what's left But we're getting older, baby Don't have much longer baby Why am I preaching? To this choir, to this atheist Just like mine versions of these belong to you After a while They're keeping me close to you (Just like me, they long to be Close to you)
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