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little.
i lived a litte
little less, little lot
in a dream
surreal / devine
miss you, babe.
miss you like
the evening rain
miss you like
my dying game
miss you like
the Lie i told myself
to keep you
for myself.
And don't think that I can live
without you --
little less, little lot.

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