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you're no longer next to me
I lay lonely in my bed. 
I wonder if our journey's over
cause you still wander in my head

It was the time, the place, the season.
For us to work, we had enough reasons. 
but we couldn't let go of the ghosts that haunt us
the pain inside wont let us live our lives

It's not the fairy tale I envisioned
but it's the one the made me grow.
The game of love requires misses. 
To bring more value to the goals

◄ Love Probably

Resistance is useful ►

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