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Dec 2015
So this is the part that we'll see each other last
The time we'd try to bring up, think about the past
Wishing we hadn't gone
Hoping we could come back
Cause childhood means comfort
And we made the mistake of growing up
Lily
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Lily  Philippines
(Philippines)   
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