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I heard you when I was a child
You were young too
I always dreamt of finally meeting you
To you I was just another part of a crowd
But to me my whole world was in color now
When everything was sad and grey
I'd turn on your songs to help save my day
And although we may never officially meet
I thank you for all of the times you made everything bitter feel sweet
 

 

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Me

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