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Things were better than they are
You left, but came again. Talked about what happened.. stupid conversation. Didn't make sense at all. Was good at the start, when I didn't analyze it. Talked to a friend about it. She opened my eyes. Feel like rubbish right now. Don't know what to do, what to say or how to act. Wish everything was like before. When it was only us. When the only thing that worried me was receiving you mail from the night before. You know what? I'm falling in love But its falling apart I need to find my way back to the start When we were in love Things were better than they are Let me back into your arms.
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