One of these days i'm going to make it all up to you, everything i ever said so falsely and the troubles that i make, you'll call me and tell me it's ok, and that you love me anyways. Every minute i spend wishing and waiting, trust me it's not dissipating i'm just impatient and alone, beauty doesn't translate on the phone when your voice is the
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