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Drifts to You

Sitting under the trees feeling the cold wind on my face mind tends to drift to you.
No matter what loud noise or how many people i see my mind goes to you and me.
people say hurt is part of life, when one door closes a window opens.
Tell my broken heart, I curse the day we met.
The day i saw you smoking that cigarette.
I will be stong and my life wil go on.
My heart will heel no matter how much my mind drifts to you.





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