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Soon I return To that time I dread. It's not so much the place I hate, Rather, the people that Don't understand a thing about me. They cheat, they lie, All to get where they want to go.
Would you go back to the start with me? Just for tonight, would you erase our history and the things we said and everything we did and became? Would you take tonight with me and pretend we’re meant for each other?
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