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Why must you think you’re better than them? You have always acted this way, How could I think you’d be different now? How could I think you would change? Remind me again what I saw in you, I can’t seem to remember it now. Well, the world is a stage and you act like a fool Now it’s your turn to take a bow. You’d like to think that you broke my heart But, my dear, that just isn’t so. It’s time for me, now, to walk away, And I wont look back as I go.
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