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Bring you. Dry cry. My heart rise. But who cares who's parts? No one but myself. Things do. I've been working and explain they don't be human. Reasoning enjoyment with Spain. People would spend time just for us to separate. They don't want to see us each nowhere girl. And you know I care. Why does it have to be this way? Can't tell you go. OK? OK. Those days. Or even around things began to find nothing. Things important. Oh my girl left me and gone. They have been super beauty and the perfume stillinger. Remember, girls, where we coming from? I'm the one to whom you belong. Give me smile. Why does it have to be this way? Can't tell you to go. Can't tell you to stay.