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Babes and darlings kill me, This friday night , what have you felt Oh these four walls please don't play with me, don't play with me Many time i've grown i need more time I was young and old i had dreams and waves all over And annjoline to clear this part Mothers and fathers tell me, did i do good Were you pleased with me When in times I grown I need more time I was young and old I had thoughts /dreams So many thoughts |
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