"You know where I hide, alone in my car;
know all of the things that make me who I am,
You know that good-bye means nothing at all,
Comes back and makes you catch me everytime I fall."
I went and saw Kristin at work last night. I told her something that I've been wanting to tell her for a while. I esplained to her that all those times I told her good
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