These things may come easier for
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you my friend but for me its
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harder your fingers on it. your
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shadow melts the sun and fades
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away. you fixed it. you pleased
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it and a cold lump fills my
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throat and one tear fills my eye
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and im thinking to myself. if i
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do will it be ok, it never will
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who will i fool and my friends
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say to me why are you sad. i
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like you better when youre
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stoned.
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Making Fun Of Your First Love
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| Evergreen |
