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i close my eyes an count to three hoping when i open them things would be the same but when they open nothing has changed I'm still in pain i wipe my tears away an vow Neva to give my heart away i pick up the broken pieces an put them back the best i can now i wish i would ran when you grabbed me bye the hand an asked to be my man telling me every thing will be fine
i close my eyes an count to three hoping when i open them you'll still be mine but when they open all i find is my heart in a tight bind i wish i could rewind an fix what went wrong all i wanted was to pick you up when you fall an give you my love my heart my all but instead i got mauled i should KNOWN IT WOULD happened for love is only in fiction but i took it for granted i took it like a prescription





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