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Nov 2013
When I left you that night
You had tears made of gold.
Wrestle and fight
Just let me go so ....
I know what your tryna do,
What you're tryna prove?

That you don't love me,
That you don't care.
Take this love from me I'm not scared.
Christian zeal
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Christian zeal
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