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Morgan, how is my friendwould you tell him, I don't miss himdoes he know how many timesI was alone while I was with himnext to her I'm dark blue in blackand you see through me and I'm not proudI'm shaking and it's getting light outand I'm still pouring my eyes outwhat he gave, I never gotwhat he wants, is something I'm notnext to her I'm dark blue in blackand you see through me and I'm not proudat least just let me know, don't go, aloneat least just let me know, don't go, alone From Letras Mania