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Another time for me to wait, another day to anticipate. Yet it gets me nowhere, it always gets me nowhere. I gave a piece of me to you once. Do you still hold it dear? I gave a piece of me to you once. I still remember it clear. You used to look with lovers eyes, instead it’s now a compromise. Yet it gets me nowhere, it always gets me nowhere. I’m just a friend - always just a friend, all that I can be, because, I gave a piece of me to you once. Do you still hold it dear? I gave a piece of me to you once, I still remember it clear. That piece I gave to you, was the last piece of my heart.
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