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We passed upon the stairs,
We spoke of was and when
Although I wasnt there
He said I was his friend
Which came as a surprise
I spoke into his eyes -- I thought you died alone
A long long time ago
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Oh no, not me,
We never lost control,
Youre face to face,
With the man who sold the world
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~SWEET TIMES~
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