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Boy, I know who you are Your skin is my skin, as your blood is my blood Nothing's wrong It's just a celebration I can't just keep 'em waiting I'll miss you when I'm gone Let me go Here comes the elevator I hoped I'd never say it Gonna miss you when I'm gone Girl, I feel where you're coming from You're imagination, you're love made of love Fourth of July plays in my mind Gunpowder sky burned in blue, red, and white Ashes to ashes and dust gone to dust Nothing's wrong It's just a celebration I can't just keep 'em waiting Gonna miss you when I'm gone Let me go Here comes the elevator I hoped I'd never say it Gonna miss you when I'm gone From Letras Mania