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At the top of the hill you hold my hand You try to convince me but I don't understand. I thought what we had was love all along But I guess it grew old like a favorite song.
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
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At the top of the hill you hold my hand You try to convince me but I don't understand. I thought what we had was love all along But I guess it grew old like a favorite song.
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
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