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When The Best Things Are Good

I was just a kid.

Like a teenager, going on sixteen

but I still cry like a baby. 

 

Everyone in the supermarket was silent.

I didn't even dare 

to look.

 

That we can't fix the things 

no matter how hard we try.

 

When the best things

are good. 

 

Bye!

 

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When The Best Things Are Good

◄ The Sounds Of The Northern Hemisphere

When He Was Dancing To His Tunes ►

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