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The days seem slow, the nights are long, we are apart, it seems so wrong.
I watch the time every hour,in this place I have no power. I am yours and you are mine, darling, everything will turn out fine. I shout your name - I call it loud. You don't hear me, over the crowd. I feel it's easy to make things right, I will never go down without a fight. I will find you, if this is real, don't make me come there, make me steal. I know where you are, that's my life. We are together at a price.
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