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He keeps it to himself.
I can only guess why.
No one'd believe him anyway?
If yes, I wanna try.

Once upon a time,
OK, I don't wanna say, but he's been a friend of mine;
But then clouds came,
and they covered the sky.

I've been guessing, guessing, guessing
and time made his eyes
stick to the ground,
and his shoulders
hangin' down.

So, I saw him everyday,
but I realized that he was fading away.

Finally talked to him
got to know the truth
I guess it hurt him,
that hurt me too.

Sometimes the truth is worse
than any imagination.
Sometimes any imagination
is worse than the truth.

Hey broo,
I hope there won't be an occasion
for missing you.




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