I will never be there again to see you play guitar.
Everything you are wearing, I bought for you.
I am still feeling for my rings and crying myself to sleep.
This is not as hard as I thought it would be.
This is harder than I thought it would be.
I will let you go. It is not what I want. It's what you want. And I have always given you what you want.
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