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If I am your stolen mind
It colud get back to you
Don't you think that's right
I don't know how hard you held me
So there must be a chance you haven't
Fully let go on me
If I am your sickness now
I wouldn't be od a kind
That would let you die
You haven't really told me yet
So it still must be fifty fifty
On what I'll get
If I am you question now
It could as well be a riddle
That only takes some time
Still the days are just passing by
Wait for rain, wait for cry
If I am your woon in where you're los
The trees could cease
For fields that's opening up
Still the day id letting me deny
I Wait for rain, I wait for cry
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