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Taking in the doldrums How could we foresee Terrible addictions Houses that were out of reach For me, From me Hey you got a story - Would you trade with mine? Stubborn paths to glory Always two inches behind Behind Hey there is a story - No one likes to tell Yeah - it's the story of little boy Who went through hell If you have no reasons To come here again I may never see you Remember your friend (your friend) From Letras Mania