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We're born alone and we die alone, yeah, but I'd like to die in love with you. Life means nothing, but you mean something to me. Back into the dirt we go, but I want to go alone in your arms.
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Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 12:50 AM UTC
Alone
We're born alone and we die alone, yeah, but I'd like to die in love with you. Life means nothing, but you mean something to me. Back into the dirt we go, but I want to go alone in your arms.
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Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 12:50 AM UTC
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