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I know that this is wrong,But the feeling is so strong.My heart and mind are stubborn,They keep telling me to go on. Man, you're making me insane,A thought of you feels no pain;When you finally become mine,I might float on cloud nine.
We met again in the dark last night, But before I let you go I left my mark. And for a while I'll haunt your reflection. Every time you see it, you'll also see me.
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