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It's the middle of the night Everybody is asleep And there's nothing left to think about Except for worries that we keep It seems decisions have such consequence The later that it gets And nobody's...
Times up. Now its hard to imagine I once called this place my home. Its hard to imagine that I once called this empty space my home. Now its just another place I want to forget. Good times were always...

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