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You took my hand and led me
You help me up and let me see You cleaned the way and let me breathe You made me feel special, my idol You taught me to do no bad You made me laugh when I was sad. It was you to blame for the good times we had You were like my second mom, my idol. You told me to follow my heart and not my brain You told me to be different and not the same You said that things were more important than money and fame You were like a Dear Abby, my idol. When you got hurt, is that why you hurt me? Changing, always changing, can't you see? Broken promises, unkept words, forgotten dates, why just not let me be? I want to forget you, but I love you, my idol.
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