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Feb 2013
Before it all goes to waste, before our lies turn into the truth,
before it all turns into flames, burning our last desire to take it all back to before,
Before we starting this mess.
Tell me you love me before I'm not so near,
before I shed my last tear
And just like a dream I may disappear.
Before we come undone.
The Habits of My Heart
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