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Nothings the same,
There's always someone to blame. Why can't we get along? Our lives are like mesirable songs. There was a time when we used to be happy. I miss those days, And the old ways. We all screwed up, And went our seperate ways. Will these days ever end? Nothings the same. Were all to blame.
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