I open up, you ignore me. You're not the same at all. And if I could turn back the pages of time, I'd rewrite you point of view. Washed up to the shore, given one last chance to try some more. But I'm tired, I'm freezing. Let's stop and call it history.
I open up, you ignore me. You're not the same at all. And if I could turn back the pages of time, I'd rewrite you point of view. Washed up to the shore, given one last chance to try some more. But I'm tired, I'm freezing. Let's stop and call it history.
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