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I tend to be a little unhappy when I think about the past and everything it meant, why the hell can't it last? I won't bring you to Maine. I can't even explain, I don't get the light of fucking day. There's no way. So you can do what you want to do, I can't keep on to you. I can't get over the side you went to. You took the easy way, I made the same mistake, I made the same mistake From Letras Mania