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You will seek me and I will not show Where I go to play We won't let you pass the front door. You couldn't fix us so you left. I was the only one left picking up the pieces in the end after everything was broken.
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Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 10:10 PM UTC
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You will seek me and I will not show Where I go to play We won't let you pass the front door. You couldn't fix us so you left. I was the only one left picking up the pieces in the end after everything was broken.
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Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 10:10 PM UTC
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