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The thing is the love    of your life can make mistakes and break your       heart and you lose them      because they lose you and your heart breaks all over again I am deep inside a collection of streets                   and blank signs somewhere I've never been before.               In different times I just want to      do different things and right here                                                 holding hands with the clocks,             I just want to find my way home.
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Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 1:31 PM UTC
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The thing is the love    of your life can make mistakes and break your       heart and you lose them      because they lose you and your heart breaks all over again I am deep inside a collection of streets                   and blank signs somewhere I've never been before.               In different times I just want to      do different things and right here                                                 holding hands with the clocks,             I just want to find my way home.
Where ever you are, I am in love with you
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Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 1:31 PM UTC
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