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Apr 2019
now we can't speak
and the rain hurts my head
and i try to remember
all the words that were said

because this one hurts worse
it's not the same kind of end
before we were anything
we were always best friends
Written by
harlee kae  Elsewhere
(Elsewhere)   
172
   --- and Perry
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