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We can always go on the rooftop, it's so high, we'll practically be part of the sky. My right hand on yours, a soda on the other, we'll let the world sleep under our feet. Everything will be right in its place, every pain will end in its own pace We'll be alright. We are going to live just fine.
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Oct 2, 2022
Oct 2, 2022 at 4:17 PM UTC
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We can always go on the rooftop, it's so high, we'll practically be part of the sky. My right hand on yours, a soda on the other, we'll let the world sleep under our feet. Everything will be right in its place, every pain will end in its own pace We'll be alright. We are going to live just fine.
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Oct 2, 2022
Oct 2, 2022 at 4:17 PM UTC
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