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Jul 18, 2004 21:46

I wanted You to know,
I love the way You laugh
I want to hold You high,
and steal Your pain away,
I keep Your photograph,
and I know it serves me well
I want to hold You high,
and steal Your pain.

Cause I'm broken,
when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right
when You're gone away
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