the songs from you hunt me like an words , things i never heard and the safety i always wanted , but never though it come in record player , hope to God - your reputation is not true , they say you are an player - but every record machine stop once and maybe , i can have the last dance ? I took an shot , made an wish - God , tell me you are who you , are , i remember how we went on repeat and i cant get we met on Internet , take that - all bullies from my past , i actually have an friend , my happy end ...
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