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Let go my pride, set it aside, to get a chance...a chance with you. My life is gray, I want it blue. Now where you at? A million miles. Do anything to see you smile. Now tell me why you let me go. I feel so lazy, I feel so low. The love we have, the love we shared, was something special, was something rare. I love you mom, I always will. I loved you then, I love you still.
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