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Baby's black balloon makes her fly, Almost fell into that hole in her life, I need to know when to say goodbye, And when I've fought my last fight. We're not thinking about tomorrow, 'Cause you were the same as me, Silent, stupid, filled with sorrow, Me blinded by tears, I wouldn't see. Everything's white, now everything's grey, Now you're here, now you're away, I knew I was wrong, I just have to say, Now I know, you never loved anyway. I don't want to miss, remember that, I'll never forget, where you're at, Those last few months, the past few days, But now you've burned your welcome mat. |
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