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I sit and listen for that chance. The wind blows down my back and I don't know what to say but a sound that don't mean nothing so I sit and cry with no bye. My love is not the same my words is a game so why can't I change. My life is rough my mind has changed so why can't I talk. Why can't I be a man and change the way I walk and the way I talk. Why can't anyone listen?





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