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Sep 2015
Do you still remember march to june, when we're still friends, we hugged and smiled felling the grass over our feets, we're so happy and our guard was so down, i dint even see the love coming from the morning mist, but even if i see it, i would let him get us, but the mist was not for me, the mist was for everyone but me, and now seeing you in the crowd make me so sad i just wanna die
Expo 86'
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Expo 86'  I dont live
(I dont live)   
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   Chalsey Wilder
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