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When I got your call saying things would be a whole lot better, promised are all that we ever gave each other, a little friend that I met when I was far away, I will never see you again, but your smile is still on my mind. Every breath, every breath is a good as gold to me I did not feel bad when they said that I would come of age, imaginary friends are much more than a topic of conversation, "give up your dreams boy", is whay I heard, but I would not listen, I was busy holding hands and playing in the sun, Every breath, every breath is a good as gold to me From Letras Mania