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Hundred Days Have Made Me Older
Since The Last Time That I Saw Your Pretty Face
A Thousand Lies Have Made Me Colder
And I Don't Think I Can Look At This The Same
But All The Miles That Separate
Disappear Now When I'm Dreaming Of Your Face
I'm Here Without You
But You Are Still On My Lonely Mind
I Think About You
And I Dream About You All The Time
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