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Five Nine
by the time he was my agehe'd lived twice as longby the time he was my agehe knew that's I'll never knoweven though I talked to himI wasn't old enough to know himnow he's gone, I'll never knowdo you think he would've liked me?what would he think of me?say I'm a spoiled brat?would he be proud of me?I hope he'd see himself in meI know he had his problemsI wish it would've worked outwish I could talk to himwish he was still around
From Letras Mania