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We all knew each other And were well-acquainted But does it count for anything So far into the future? When I'm sitting in my apartment And you're at home with your family, We won't be thinking of each other, But the memories

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rebecca-maxine

American

For You?

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rebecca-maxine

American

Published

Sep 3, 2013

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