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The phone doesn't ring and neither the bell You told them all to go to hell You broke you're back and then discovered That you're the one that only hovered Slap across the face But who can I replace? None of you, because you were chosen Long before my time was woven In my life for a reason Chosen by a higher beacon How do I reignite the flames? I'm done playing these games! I need some help on the other end... I don't want to pretend Please respond if I do I'm tired of feeling like poo!

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