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That girl calls he**, home.
That guy calls home, he**.

Your neighbor cries herself to sleep.
You sleep with the stars

She can tell a lie but never see the light of the moon ever again.
You tell a lie and you don't see that girl ever again

She wishes she had things to take for granted. All she has now is herself and god.

You took things for granted and you still ended up alone with god.

She always wished the best of the guy who hurt her. That best never came.

You wished the worst of the guy that hurt her. That worst came and that guy now calls he** his home, not his home he**.





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