Maybe fifteen, maybe sixteen
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Years have have passed since I was crying,
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I remembered what it felt like
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To lose something that you'd die for.
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Where are my beautiful toys?
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You took mine the way I took yours.
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In Tunis and in Margate,
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You advised me get a life and
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Stop treating me like I'm a plaything.
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You said that I was childish,
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Couldn't treat you like an adult,
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I remembered what it felt like
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To lose someone that you'd die for.
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Where are my beautiful toys?
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You took mine the way I took yours,
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July, we'd run wild,
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But things would always run down,
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Things would always run down.
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I won't tell if you change your mind.
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Beautiful Toys
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| Peach |
