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Weeks past so fast
That it scears me
I don't know how to keep the dry gold time
Weeks everyday memories of the golden day
They disappear and turn into block
You took my Saturday apart
When should you give away and away
Then not city you're grip is lock to cross the sea
Weeks past so fast
That it scares me
I don't know to I keep the try gold time
I wonder if time will be choosing
All my neck in the will
It take us by to where we were
You took my Saturday apart
When should you give away and away
Then not city you're grip is lock to cross the sea
Weeks everyday memories of the golden day
They disappear and turn into
Block
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